Since it Is October 31st here, This is in Honor of James and Lily
This song seems to fit ( listen while you look )
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"Merlin, no!" Lily said exasperatedly as he felt the frustration build in his shoulders.
Their first date was not going as he planned. He had wanted to sweep her off her feet and make her melt at how romantic he was. Though, after she said she didn't want to go to the Three Broomsticks, he had to come up with something new. Snow was beginning to fall around them as he waved at a few mates that were heading over to the Hog's Head.
Turning to look across at Lily, she was staring up at the snow as if she'd been waiting for it. Her deep emerald eyes seemed to sparkle as the snowflakes collected on her eyelashes and throughout her red hair. She looked gorgeous, slightly dusted with shimmering powder as she stuck out her tongue slowly to catch a stray flake. It gave him an idea.
"Stay here, will you? Don't leave, I promise I'll be right back," he put up his hands and grabbed her shoulders as if planting her into the ground. She ki
Hey, What's Up?MINISTRY CALLS FOR MUGGLE-BORN REGISTRY<da:thumb id="187158950"/>
Muggle-borns are now being asked to submit details of their families to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement for protection purposes. The Minister for Magic has said:
"The threat to Muggle-born witches and wizards is becoming increasingly dangerous. At this time, all Muggle-borns should be registered along with their families for protection."
It has been argued by activist for Muggle Rights, Ramona Deflaw that 'this is a concealed consensus of information that could get into the wrong hands and cause irreparable damage.'
Conflict has arisen over the amount of protection that will be provided to the unsuspecting families but no such confirmation has been made at this time. The Minister however is adamant that the registry will begin immediately.
Lily was alone at breakfast, as usual. James was still snoring away when she left the Head's dormitory; she decided that he looked too peaceful to wake. The latest edition of t
"You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself plainly when you have need of him. How else could you produce that particular Patronus? Prongs rode again last night."