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You sighed as you climbed the impossible stairs that led towards the Gryffindor common room. The moon was gleaming through the windows that littered the halls, its light barely illuminating your way. The portraits that loomed all around you were still and silent as they slept through the nearly soundless night. You were undoubtedly the only one awake in the castle, save for Filch and Mrs. Norris. It was because of this that you were cradling your arm close to your chest to keep the blood that dripped from your fingertips from spattering against the floor. The last thing you needed was another punishment for making a mess. You had just come ba

Fred wandered into the Gryffindor common room, the warmth of the everlasting fire enveloping him like an embrace. The floor was empty of anyone. The Christmas holidays always left the castle vacant and lonely. It was only him, his brothers, your beautiful self, and a handful of other students in other houses. That didn’t mean the months were boring, though. In fact, his eyes lit up at the sight of a stray present lying precariously on the arm of one of the comfy chairs. Glancing around to make sure nobody was watching, he silently slipped over to the seat and snatched the small gift. The wrapping paper was gold with a maroon bow adornin

Harsh footsteps echo down the corridor after you and the soft mewling of a cat can be heard close behind. Gasping for breath, you duck into an empty classroom and hide yourself under a desk. "Come on out you little weasels, I know you're here somewhere," Filch growls from the hallway. You tense up. Filch is coming your way, and after the prank you just pulled you wouldn't be surprised if he gave you a week's worth of detention. But he'd have to catch you first. You've been friends with the Weasley twins since you first met them on the Hogwarts Express, so it's no surprise you love pranking Filch as much as they do. You all have a knack for

You silently sat in the Gryffindor common room, tapping a quill against your lips. A piece of parchment lay on the book in your lap, the blank whiteness of the page making you mentally curse your lack of imagination that you had at the moment. You wracked your mind for the right words. How much he meant to you. How he made you laugh and smile in the darkest times. How much you really cared. But, you had nothing. It all sounded too sappy. For him, anyway. Who? Fred Weasley. He was so ridiculous, but that just made him perfect. His silky ginger hair. Those brown eyes that constantly glittered with amusement. And that perfect and contagious smil

You followed the crowd of Gryffindors to the Quidditch field, decked out in scarlet and gold. Gryffindor was playing Ravenclaw, and you were of course hoping Gryffindor would win, as that was your house. You waited outside the Gryffindor changing room once you arrived down at the Quidditch field, so you could wish your brother good luck. When he stepped out, his face downcast, you walked up to him and promptly smacked his head. He looked around wildly before his eyes landed on you. “Oliver Robert Wood, what the hell are you doing?” You asked angrily, gesturing at the dark circles under his eyes and the messy way he had put his ro

Author's Note: Takes place whenever you want really, I would guess probably a little bit before Fred and George left to open up their joke shop. “Mittens!” You called out, sprinting after your cat. “Get back here!” She turned a corner and you followed, slamming into someone and crashing to the ground. You picked yourself up off the ground, running in the direction Mittens had gone.   “Sorry!” You called over your shoulder to whoever you bumped into, all you had seen was a flash of orange hair and a tall frame before you were back on your feet, trying to catch your cat. -------------------   “Mittens