1.  Fred peered around the corner, keeping an eye out for Filch or that nasty cat, as George quickly arranged the carton full of dungbombs and homemade fireworks. Deep into second year and deeper into the third floor corridor that they certainly weren't meant to be in, the Weasley twins had a plan. Please: when Dumbledore announced last week ( Read more... )

(( Hee.  I have small snapshots of a Daemon-HP world in my head ,so these are just going to be that.  Nothing too developed. ))

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Professor McGonagall sighed quietly, leaning against the cool stone of the castle for a moment, trying to infuse the school's calm into her soul, giving herself a sense memory of what Hogwarts was like in the quiet, ( Read more... )

Fred sneezed as he stepped out of the teetering shack in the Burrow's yard, weighed down with battered and patched quidditch equipment that had been offered to he and George that year for practice.  Dust swirled around him, creating illusory shadows on the packed dirt outside the shed, as the late summer sun shone brightly down.

His sneeze echoed.

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1.  Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes
Okay, so Harry helped us out more than we would've liked, but who were George and I to say no, if the lad wanted to give us a heaping load of gold?  Just thinking about the store makes me smile, even now.  I'd like so much to get back to it, to get back to that kind of work.  Right now I'm doing some silly retail stuff ( Read more... )