StepUpTimneh

That was so sad, and so beautiful :) Nice work!

Hey, does anyone know how the voting is going to be? Like, do we all have to read all the stories?

Lol, I'm happy that you like it.

glad you like :)

Thanks!

I'm glad you think so! :)

Wow, very nice! Great descriptions :)

Yup! :) Thanks I just had to shorten it, A LOT...why not give it a shot? I mean, it's funny, I hope, lol.

Nice work, Holly!

Yeah, no child is born evil (except Voldie of course ) so I thought that there has to be some sort of explanation for Draco...

Yeah, this idea just came to me...I just wrote "Harry" and then the whole idea flooded into my mind.

Haha, I dunno...it seemed like a funny idea. Glad you like it :)

Thanks! I'm glad you liked it :)

Title: Forever Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations owned by JK Rowling and publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury. No copyright infringement is intended or to be infered. Words: 343 “Harry, I love you, don’t go! Please, don’t go!†hot droplets of salty water pushed their way out of her swollen eyes and ran down her cheeks, ignoring her desperate pleas for them to just go away. “Ginny…†his voice rasped, as his muscular chest rose up and down more than twice its normal rate. “Ginny…I…have…to go…I still love you…very much,†he said slowly, stopping to breathe in between words. Harry gasped, and took in long mouthfuls of oxygen. Breathe, he told himself. Breathe…must…for Ginny. “No!†Ginny cried, throwing herself onto the dark deadened ground, and grabbed Harry’s head between her cold hands. “Stay with me, Harry, don’t die, be strong!†The crepuscular dusk sky of the winter season glared down at the pair, showing the pain that they themselves were witnessing so unmercifully. “Remember…. remember that I love you, Ginny…†he closed his brilliant eyes, too weak to lift the cinderblocks that had swapped places with his eyelids. “Oh, Harry, no! Don’t do this to me!†Ginny’s heart pounded ferociously, anxious to get to its true love. A black pigeon flew across the dim sky; it must’ve had an amazing view of the dead bodies that littered the Hogwarts grounds, all victims of the final battle. “You’re… so…pretty,†Harry whispered. “Never forget…my Ginny…pretty…†With one last rattled breath, Harry uttered his last word: “Forever.†Ginny stared at Harry’s corpse, and smiled. “You aren’t dead, Harry. You wouldn’t do that to me! This is just a joke, isn’t it? You love me, you wouldn’t really leave me, would you?†she said manically, a wild grin on her moist face. Harry never responded. Ginny’s smile slowly turned upside down as she realized…he wasn’t coming back. “No!†she screeched, sliding her arms under his body. “No, no, no!†she shouted repeatedly, as she lifted him close to her. She lowered her face slowly, and gently kissed his cold, chapped lips. “I love you,†she said, as she grabbed his large, chilly hand that had always been there in the past to hold her lovingly. “Forever.â€

Title: The Unbreakable Vow Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations owned by JK Rowling and publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury. No copyright infringement is intended or to be infered. Words: 450 Snape quickly swiveled around, his wand no longer pointed at Dumbledore. He shot a stunning spell at one of the Death Eaters. Dumbledore took this as his cue to join in the duel. He muttered a powerful spell that Harry couldn't quite catch, and all of the Death Eaters fell to the floor, unconscious. “Professor, Greyback is stirring! Hurry!†Snape said anxiously. “All in good time, Severus, first I must let Harry here,†he flicked his wand, “be able to move again.†“Ah, so Potter’s been here the whole time,†Snape spat. “Professor Dumbledore, sir,†Harry said, ignoring Snape’s remark, “We should get out of here.†“Right you are, Harry. Severus, you apparate directly to Grimmauld Place. Harry and I will use Side-Along-Apparation.†“Professor,†Snape began when they arrived, “You are aware that I have just broken an Unbreakable Vow.†“Yes, Severus, I am,†Dumbledore sighed deeply, “In 12 hours you will be part of another world. This is your next step, take it with confidence.†Harry took a moment to absorb this information. He thought to himself, is Snape really going to…die? He vaguely recalled Ron telling him about Unbreakable Vows, and it was true that the potions master die, as he did break one. Snape had made a vow to kill Dumbledore if Draco Malfoy could not. He sacrificed himself for the headmaster, and Harry respected him greatly for that. “Professor… may I be excused? I need to… to think,†Snape stuttered. Harry had never seen him so timid before. “Professor Snape, may I come with you?†Harry said. Snape looked astonished. He was surprised that such a terrible boy could be thoughtful. â€Fine,†he replied stiffly. Harry and Snape headed upstairs. If they had looked back, they would have seen a slight twinkle in Dumbledore’s eyes. In Harry’s room, Snape was in a state of shock. Harry felt the same way. Life would be different without Severus Snape. After a couple long, silent minutes, Snape regained his ability to speak. “Po-Harry, thank you for coming with me, I do appreciate it. I may not have been exactly kind to you in the past 6 years, but now that I’m going to…d-d-…†“Die,†Harry whispered, “It’s okay, and I forgive you.†Harry was not sure if Severus had heard him, for he looked down and saw that he had fallen asleep. That morning, Harry woke with a start. He glanced at Snape, and was about to open his mouth when he remembered. He slowly walked over to Snape, and saw that Dumbledore was sitting by him. Harry touched Snape’s cold skin, and Dumbledore looked at the boy with pure sadness. Severus Snape was dead.

Title: Draco Malfoy's Unrightful Pain Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations owned by JK Rowling and publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury. No copyright infringement is intended or to be infered. Words: 426 “You are a selfish little boy then, if that’s all you care about!†my mother barked. “Out! Out!†I had accidentally got her robes dirty, and I said sorry, really, I did! I just wanted to know when I would be allowed to go out flying again. I know she likes me, though, so I don't take it too seriously when she yells at me. She always apologizes later, anyway. Then my father's silky voice came in. “You destroyed your mother’s robes... And all you care about is Quidditch. Go to your bedroom now, Draco, for the rest of the day. You are not to touch anything but the books in your room. Perhaps then you will fill that stupid, no good head of yours...†My father kept going on and on about how terrible I am, in that smooth, piercing voice. I scowled. I had been planning to go out on my Nimbus 2001 that day, to brush up on my seeker skills. I hate to admit it, but Potter is actually quite good. I can’t have Harry Potter better than me at Quidditch! It’s not fair that he gets his way so easily, and I have to work so hard for it. Father glared at me, and I could see hatred behind those cold eyes of his. I got very afraid right then, as that hatred usually comes out in the form of verbal abuse. I usually try to avoid fear, but when my father yells at me so harshly and uncaringly, it seems unavoidable. Sometimes I hope that he doesn’t realize how much he hurts me. If he did, I like to think that he wouldn’t say these things. “You best be off,†my mother muttered to me worriedly. She may not be exceptionally kind to me sometimes, but at least I know she likes me. I actually think she might love me. I felt hatred clogging up the atmosphere. It pushed me from all sides, hurting me all over. My head was being punched from the inside, my stomach inhabited by a nest of billywigs. I didn’t look at my father, for I was sure that fear flickered clearly in my grey eyes. â€I wish you weren’t my father,†I snarled. I opened my eyes just a bit wider to see if my words had affected him. They didn’t. He still loathed me, his son. I could see it in those icy eyes and leering figure. My mother looked at me anxiously, but didn’t dare to comfort me in my father’s presence. She looked away.

Title: An Apple A Day Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations owned by JK Rowling and publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury. No copyright infringement is intended or to be infered. Words: 449 Flashback “Oh my gosh, you won’t believe what Neville was wearing!†Lavender gushed. Parvati abandoned Lavender’s babbling for a moment, and turned her head slightly toward the table. Noticing the fruit bowl, she glanced for a moment at the apple on top. A red headed figure crept up behind Parvati, and muttered, “Blandus!†Then, the figure quickly hurried away. Suddenly, Parvati had a faraway look on her face. That apple…it wasn’t just a normal apple. Deep juicy red; it looked absolutely luscious. “I think I’ll call you Harry,†Parvati whispered to the fruit. “Harry the Apple.†Parvati strolled into her dormitory after Transfiguration later that morning, anxious to see her apple again. She stopped short at the sight of Lavender, who was reading a magazine in her bed, eating Harry the Apple! Parvati flinched at the sickening crunch of her friend’s teeth sinking into her soul mate. “How could you?†Parvati screeched in anger. “He was my boyfriend! You don’t see me going around eating your boyfriends!†Lavender put down the fruit, and looked closely at her friend. She was sure of it: Parvati had called Lavender's breakfast her boyfriend. “Parvati,†Lavender said firmly. “That,†she pointed to the fruit, “is an apple. It is not your boyfriend.†Parvati lunged out towards Lavender, ready to attack. She was just about to slap her when a shrill beep rang through the girls’ dormitory. It was 12:00 noon. Parvati’s face twisted into a frown, and her hand stopped in midair, halfway between Lavender’s face and herself. She slowly let her arm fall to her side. “What--where am I?†she stuttered. Lavender stepped back. “You were just about to slap me,†she said, quite calmly. “You went berserk because I was eating that apple over there,†she continued, looking over at the fruit. “Hmm, I wonder why…†Parvati cocked her head, deep in thought. “You mean, you seriously don’t remember anything that you did?†Lavender questioned, surprised. “No, I don’t!†Parvati exclaimed. “Care to fill me in?†“Have you gotten anyone…angry lately?†Lavender asked, cocking her head. “Ginny Weasley! She didn’t want me flirting with Harry Potter!†Parvati gasped in astonishment. “Well, I think she put a spell on you or something, because you sort of acted like you were in love with a piece of fruit. For some reason, you stopped being weird at noon…the spell probably works like that.†“I can’t believe Ginny would do that to me!†Parvati cried, tears welling up in her eyes. “The whole school must think I’m some sort of joke!†Lavender nodded sadly. “Did you learn your lesson, though?†she inquired. “Yes…I think I need to learn how to brew a love potion!â€