Stories by BritishCanadian

She hurried over to the mirror in the corner of the office, taking in her appearance. She had long wavy black hair and stunning gray eyes. "I look like a member of the black family." She said. "Because my dear, that is what you are." Dumbledore said cheerfully. "You will be–"

Just an old fanfic that I found while going through old documents. Haven't looked at this thing in a really long time and I had completely forgotten that I wrote it. Enjoy!

She raised her head and turned her furious, devastated, and distraught gaze on the man she had once called her friend. "This is your fault Albus Dumbledore."

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first of September was crisp as an apple, and as the little family bobbed across the rumbling road toward the great sooty station, the fumes of car exhausts and the breath of pedestrians sparkled like cobwebs in the cold air. Just my take on what should have happened in the 19 years later in the Deathly Hallows.

Draco Malfoy was standing there with his wife, who looked strangely familiar, and son, a dark coat buttoned up to his throat. His hair was receding somewhat, which emphasized the pointed chin. The new boy resembled Draco as much as Sirius resembled Harry.

In big blue letters was written one word, a word no four-year-old should even know, let alone use to describe her life, but as much as Andromeda hated it, it was true, it was the horrible, blunt truth.

"We still haven't figured out who Ghost is." Rose said. "And we're not getting anywhere." "Wait!" Lily paused. "Didn't Ghost say she was in the same year as Dad, Uncle Ron, and Aunt Hermione?" "Yyeess." Fred sang. "If she was in their year, wouldn't Professor Longbottom recognise her?" Lily continued. Lucy nodded, seeing where her cousin was going with this.

"Were you there when…when she…you know?" Ava asked, wanting to know if her sister had said anything. "No." Harry shook his head. "Oh." Ava paused. "I guess this would be really hard for you as well." She said, pausing again. "I mean, Remus was practically a third father to you." she added.

Albus sat down in a chair, and gazed at the floor. Albus closed his eyes. He felt the tears threatening to fall, but didn't stop them. What would people say if they knew that he, Albus Dumbledore, was crying. Albus slowly stood up, shaking. He looked at the nurse, with such sadness, it could break one's heart. "Can I see her?" he asked, politeness forgotten.

It's funny to wonder how a single word can cause so much pain. How a single word can make you think a simple "Avada Kedavra" would be so much easier. How a single word can make you wish death upon yourself.

Annie groaned as she stood up and looked in the mirror. Her hair was a pink mess (trust Sirius to turn your hair your least favourite colour), her eyes were puffy, and bloodshot, her cheeks were tearstained, and her robe had a large green stain on it from potions.

Tears were streaming down her face, she was laughing so hard. Ember smothered a giggle. She was trying to imagine Harry with his head stuck in a toilet, and it as just too hard to keep a straight face.

"Avada Ked-" a scream cut him off. Hermione pulled herself out of Bellatrix's grip, and flung herself in front of the boy. "Get the girl out of the way!" Bellatrix grasped the girl by the wrist and pulled her, once more, away from the scene.

"Think about it. Christina's home life keeps changing, her file is the same as Eliza's apart from the family, she calls me Etta, she has Eliza's diary, and she is terrified of Professor Williams." Annette explained. Sirius's eyes widened. "Ooh." Annette nodded, she felt sick. Her best friend was alive.