Harry Potter Fanfiction

Hey my little Monsters! You all probably know that I am a major Harry Potter fan, thus stories are bound to happen. Stories like Draco Malfoy's REDEMPTION, Drarry, Dramiony, Fremiony, and lots more!

Beautiful Faces

There are stories that are forgotten or unbelieved. Many sound outrageous and others seem almost too close to the truth for ones liking. What many seem to have forgotten is that all stories, like rumors, start out with truth and experience. The faces are blurred and the exact detail all fade away, but that bit of truth still remains.

This is the story of a young witch who was snatched away from her family at a young age. This is a story about a boy who was beaten and broken. This is a story about a catastrophic war between the light and the dark. This is a story about life and loss. But mostly, this is a story about friendship, trust, bravery, loyalty, and overall its about love.

Blood Lust Beauty

The sent of iron and rot filled the humid air. Storm clouds began to roll in with the sound of approaching thunder and flashes of lighting lighting up the dark sky. Rain was soon on its way but that was the least concern of Hishiro and Penelope.     They had found them and now all the couple could do was run and hope that their lives be spared. It was not Hishiro who was concerned for his life, he was only worried about his love Penelope and his new born daughter. He would die to protect them, and so fate would have it, he did.     Penelope could hear the sounds of anguish ripped from her lovers throat as he was ripped apart by his own kind. The young mother couldn't help but weep in agony for what she knew was soon to come. She would end with the same fate as he did protecting her and their daughter.     In the distance Penelope could spot a small, quant village quickly approaching. All she had to do was reach it and her daughter would be safe. With her last burst of energy she broke into her fastest sprint and only stopped once she had landed at the steps of a small home. As quickly as she could, Penelope carefully placed the small bundle and a note on the porch. She could help but give her newborn daughter one last look. Her blonde, almost a faded white tuff of hair was covered in dirt and grime and her deep ocean blue eyes were starring at her mother calmly, as if she knew what was happening.     The calming trance that had temporarily befallen Penelope was broken when the shrill cry came from the forest she had just escaped from. She knew she would have to lead them away from her child. She was fully aware that she was going to die tonight, but as long as her daughter was safe she was willing to have it happen.

    In the wee hours of the small village of Turf, the sound of a baby crying had awoken the middle aged widow known as Mavous Hark. Her emerald green eyes scanned her living room in search of where the cry was coming from. Once she had moved closer to her front door, it dawned on her where the crying was coming from. On her porch was a small bundle wrapped snugly in dirty, worn cloth.     Tucking a strand of raven colored hair behind her ear, Mavous picked up the small child and held her in her arms. A piece of folded parchment caught her eye as she bent down to retrieve it. It was covered in blood and what appeared to be tears. Carefully unfolding it she began to read.