Bench Blueprint Plans This is not a fic:)

I have the strange tendency to not finish things I start, this time the victims were my tables, but not all ...

by luck and lack of inspiration / time, I had to drop out of crack_and_roll and one that was in 30vicios , the first was Bleach, the second from Cowboy Bebop. Not that I have bored, is that the univarsidad acts weird and takes one's inspiration for some things, fortunately, I still have two tables that I decided to finish: The of 10pairings , where my ClaimRukia is, (and which one is missing three fics to finish), and another in 30vicios , with a pairing of CSI New York. Finally, I intend to finish these two tables, with trial and determination, because ... Hell, I have to finish them!

And that was all he had to say, someday depronto resume to Cowboy Bebop, just for fun, for now, I'll stick with what I have, not fill me with too much work.

1.2 Ghz Transmitter - Lp5101 House Blurring Lines, Fan fiction, Chapter 16

Blurring Lines House
Original language: English (fanfiction.net/s/5890592/1/Blurring_House_Lines)
original Author: Lily Winterwood (fanfiction.net/u/1071606/Lily_Winterwood)
Notes: The whole school seemed to be on the Quidditch pitch for the first game of the season, Gryffindor versus Slytherin ..

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desmemorizantes Part VI Spells and mistletoe



The entire school came across to be in court Quidditch, for the first game of the season, Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Half of the stands on that cold November morning, was covered with red and gold, the other half green and silver.

"And you are out!" The commentator said as the teams took the sky. Arthur sat and stared at Harry. Was small compared to the other players from afar was a fuzzy spot of red and gold, scanning from above the stadium in search of the elusive Golden Snitch.

Halfway through the game, Gryffindor was leading by ten points, the cheers from the Gryffindor side were almost deafening.

"I think I saw ami brother Madeline Gryffindor side of the stands, "said Nataliya, looking through a pair of omniculares. "There you go Harry, I think he saw the Snitch ..." a moment later, he gasped and looked at Arthur, his eyes in panic. "Marcus Flint collided with Harry, and now its acting strange broom!"

"What?" Arthur grabbed omniculares. He searched frantically for the court, and focused on the young seeker.

Harry held his broom to save his life while resisting & iacute; ay stirring. Arthur had to admit, Harry was a very good broom assembler to have survived so long. "Mon Dieu," heard from Francis next to him, all Harry had seen now. Infartante At one point, the broom gave a violent jerk and Harry was dismantled, the only thing that kept him from falling was a hand on the broom.

"Do you think Flint enchanted broom?" Said Nataliya, while Francis took away the omniculares to Arthur to get a better view of the show.

"No, it means you are using very powerful black magic," ressponded Arthur, her nails digging into his palm so hard that he suspected would mark a week. "And Flint is not ready, I won in a duel last year."

Francis returned the omniculares to Nataliya, who began scanning the crowd. "Hermione Granger is seeing something," he whispered, passing them to Arthur. Francis took them off to the UK and focused on it.

"It was," he said after a moment, sounding vaguely disappointed.

The entire game is disarmed. The Weasley twins were c & iacuyou; circles under Harry, trying to be in position to catch him if he fell. In the sudden stop, Marcus Flint scored five goals, without anybody noticing.

Suddenly, Harry climbed back onto his broom and flew quickly to the floor with his hands over her mouth falling into the grass. The crowd gasped.

Harry coughed, and suddenly I was waving the golden snitch on his head.




... "in your face," said Alfred gloating, as they headed back to the castle.

"almost swallowed the damn thing," complained & amp; oacute; Arthur. Alfred began to laugh and playfully hit him in the back.

"Hey, If you want to change things, go and join the team!"

Arthur turned to face him. "Do not even use my own words on me, fool!"

Alfred just smiled, pleased. "What you say Artie! Oh, I must run, is a celebration party in the Gryffindor Tower! "

" P-p-but and what about dinner? "Asked Arthur as the U.S. took stairs.

"The party is more important! See you tomorrow! "

Arthur turned to Francis and Nataliya. "We certainly are taking it very well," he said sarcastically.

"And they have every right, right?" Said Nataliya, as they took their seats at the Slytherin table. A dark cloud seemed to cover the table.

"Yes," sighed Arthur, while dinner appeared on the golden plates.





... It was almost Christmas again. This year, Volvo & Nataliyaamp; iacute; aa Russia with his brother and sister, but Alfred, Matthew and Tiffany would stay. Draco Malfoy was the first to take the train after that, Arthur and Francis found it hilarious.

Harry and Ron are also going to stay at Hogwarts during the holidays, but to the disappointment of Francis, Hermione volvíaa home. The trio seemed to be cooking something, because most days the three seemed to bury their noses in books during their free time, not only Hermione.

"See?" Said a low voice, and slightly confused. "Sorry ..." Arthur looked at him

& oacute, from his work. "Yes?" He asked.

The boy looked frightened, but it was hard to tell because his eyes were closed. "Go, go, have you seen Ludwig?"

"Ludwig Beilschmidt" asked Kiku Honda from his seat in front of Arthur, were in the library working on their essays on the History of Magic . On the side table, the trio rummaged among some books, and whispering quickly. "I have not seen since the herbology class twice this morning, Feli." Feli

seemed disappointed. "He disappeared, & RDQuo; said sadly. "I do not find it anywhere, and I start to worry because he said he would spend Christmas together, I hope I have not forgotten ..." with that he left stunned, Ron accidentally hitting that put a books on the shelves.

"Who is that?" Asked Arthur. On the corner of his eye, he saw Harry go to the Restricted Section.

Feliciano Vargas, "Kiku said, blushing slightly and returning to his paper again. "His brother, Lovina, is in Gryffindor," suddenly stood up,a smile a little worried and a pink in his cheeks. "P-pardon me, Arthur, but ... Will you stay here for Christmas? "

" Yes, I will, "said Arthur, looking at his trial of critical expression.

"Oh, well! I'll stay this year, Mei-chan and Lee-kun volverána China to visit Yao-sempai, I think they are his niece and nephew, can not remember ... "His voice trailed off as his blush deepened.

At that time, Gilbert Beilschmidt entered the LIBRARY. "Hey, Eyebrows!" Said Mientras approached, regardless of the vulture eyes of Madam Pince. "Where is my heavy, not" great brother "

" I have no idea, "snapped Arthur. "And Madam Pince is giving you a dirty look."

Gilbert shrugged and grimaced at the library.

"Gilbert-san," Kiku said softly. "Feli-kun just came to ask the same thing."

Gilbert left the library, muttering.


...


Beilschmidt Ludwig, Germany's tall and blond, was found the morningNext in Owlery. I had no idea how it got there, some suspected that he had been the victim of a spell desmemorizante.


"Suspect," Arthur told Francis at dinner, pointing his fork to Ludwig, who was being fed a lot of money by Feliciano. "This guy goes away, returns a day later as if he had suffered a spell desmemorizante, and nobody seems to care."


Francis nodded. "Très étrange ," he sighed.

nav
's Holidayity decreased as newly fallen snow on the fields. The Hall was decorated with twelve giant Christmas trees, the hallways were full of mistletoe. Francis appeared to be the only one left at Hogwarts, and he was enjoying some mistletoe.


"Francis, really, stop." Arthur rolled his eyes as he watched Francis arrest a Hufflepuff first year under one of these plants. "You're making me look bad."


"But I can not help it!" Said Francis, as the girl walked a little conf Hufflepuffindented. "I mon amour spread throughout Hogwarts!" Arthur hit him.


"Rana," he growled, but Francis suddenly pulled his sleeve. "What?" Francis said

a branch of mistletoe right over them. Arthur decided at that moment that I hated with a burning passion that hemi parasitic plant.



...


Christmas Day arrived with gifts at the foot of his bed, and a great breakfast in the Great Hall.


"& iexcl; Let's make snow wars! "encouraged Alfred, while he, Arthur and Francis left the show.


"I heard snow wars?" Said another voice. Fred, or maybe it was George, was not easy to say. "Hey, Harry, Ron, let's make a snow war, uh?"

"Gryffindor versus Slytherin!" Said the other twin.

"Sacre bleu , we have fewer members, 'he cried Francis. "Alfred would team up with us, at least."

& ldquoAnd you may have to Percy the Prefect, too, "said Fred-o-may-George. "Even more fair."

And so the day passed with a great war of snow in the gardens, punctuated only by a short break for lunch. Percy, after his brothers kicked out his glasses too many times, left the game quickly, but then left the castle Kiku and replaced. After they decided that nobody won, everybody get together again to make a giant snowman, not magic.

The Christmas dinner was spectacular, and after dinner, Harry sac ó Arthur aside to talk to him.

"Uh ... the other day when we were with Hagrid ..." he began, stammering a little.

"Yes? Oh, let's walk. "Arthur went up a couple of steps, the Gryffindor first year until they were following him up.

"You said you were not going to be the next you-know-who, and what matters most to you was not you but me." The boy blushed, but Arthur smiled a little.

"Of course I care more. You arethe guy who did not save all of you-know-who, when he were leaving the diapers. When you return, try to take revenge on you, so our priority is to keep you safe ... "he paused, feeling that he had spoken a little more.

"Oh." Harry sighed. "Well, I hope not again."

"all look the same." Arthur looked at him, those green eyes that were strangely similar to yours. There were so many things I could tell the boy had returned More Secrets of the Dark Arts , butcould have told him about the secrets of eternal life would have been able to tell Voldemort about himself, could tell him about the Philosopher's Stone ...

the end, only smiled, patting him on the shoulder and said, "Good luck, Harry. If one day need help, I'll be there. "

Note: Mei is Taiwan, and Lee-kun is Hong Kong. : 3

Horse Property Arbuckle Ok -ca House Blurring Lines, Chapters 14 and 15

Blurring Lines
House Original language: English (fanfiction.net/s/5890592/1/Blurring_House_Lines)
original Author: Lily Winterwood (fanfiction.net/u/1071606/Lily_Winterwood)
Notes: Part IV and V of year two at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm too lazy to repost the two chapters here, so I leave the link to read on FanFiction.net



~ ~ Chapter 14: Fluffy Alchemy

"What is do you want? "Snape spat, turning to look at Alfred.
" & Ikkesht; La Piedra also facilitates the resurrection? "
Snape stopped short and stared at him, saying nothing ...

(14)

~ ~



Chapter 15: tall red-haired troll

Arthur shrugged. "I'm not going to be the next You-Know-Who" replied calmly. "So, why worry about me? I'm more concerned about Harry ... "



(15)

~ ~

Holding Onto This Somehow House Blurring Lines, Fan fiction, Chapter thirteen

Blurring Lines
House Original language: English (fanfiction.net/s/5890592/1/Blurring_House_Lines)
original Author: Lily Winterwood (fanfiction.net/u/1071606/Lily_Winterwood)
Notes: "I regret to inform you that the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts last year has resigned to return to China ....."

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Part III Do not suffer a painful death

"I regret to inform you that the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts a & about girls, or past has resigned to return to China. "

There were murmurs around the hall. The dinner had been withdrawn from the golden plates, and Dumbledore began his speech ad. At the news of the departure of Professor Wang, many students were disappointed. Arthur was one of them.

Professor Wang had saved his life last year after all.

"What happened?" Asked a girl from the Ravenclaw table. I was sitting next to a small Japanese guy who recognized Arthur as Kiku Honda. Kiku looked around and saw him, smiled andmade a small gesture with his hand, a light pink color on her cheeks.

Arthur smiled and waved back. Kiku Masy blushed even looked away.

"Good question, Miss Hedervary," Dumbledore replied with a twinkle in his eyes. "He is recovering from, ah, certain events of last year."

"Is it true, then he sat on the damn chair?" Asked a boy in the table Hufflepuff.

"Yes, sir Carriedo. Now our teacherDefense Against the Dark Arts teacher Professor Quirrell will be. "There was a smattering of applause when Professor Quirrell, a nervous-looking man with a turban on his head, stood up.

"It looks as if it would rather go," Le said Arthur Francis, who nodded.

"Well, if I were forced to dine alongside a man who seems never to have heard of shampoo, I think I feel the same way," whispered Francis, causing Arthur hit him.

"Do not insult our Head of House, silly," she whispered.

Dumbledore was speaking again. "Quidditch tryouts will perform á n in the second week of term. Anyone interested in playing for his House should contact Madam Hooch. "

Francis looked at Arthur. "Are you going to go to the evidence?". Arthur shook his head.

"Just because you can ride a broom does not mean I want to play Quidditch. What about you? "The last part addressed to Francis and Nataliya.

Francis laughed. "Sure, why not. It would be great if it joins achieve surprise, non? "

Nataliya shook his head. "I'm not good at Quidditch," said tristeza.

"And finally," Dumbledore said, "I must say that this year, running the right side of third floor is forbidden to anyone not want to die painfully." A few people

laughed, including Francis and his friend Gilbert Beilschimidt albino. Arthur, however, could swear that "based on lack of expression of the face of Dumbledore, the director was not kidding.



... "What do you think is in the third floor?" Alfred Arthur asked after dinner, while several got up and started to leave the salt & oacute; n. On the corner of his eye, Arthur could see Harry talking to a tall, red as they left, presumably to Gryffindor Tower. Nataliya Francis and had gone to the dungeons of Slytherin, and amid the chaos, had not noticed Arthur walked to the table of Alfred.

"I do not know," Arthur said, stifling a yawn. "Probably a dangerous thing, if you highlight the issue of a painful death has something to do."

Alfred smiled. "What do you say to go have a look, then?"

Arthur opened his eyes in surprise. "No! "Est & aacute; s insane? It is out of bounds for any reason, you idiot! "

Alfred pouted and crossed his arms. "What happened to your sense of adventure, Artie?" He asked, blue eyes open until they began to resemble a pair of puppy eyes. Arthur opened his mouth but no sound. Then quickly closed his mouth, apparently trying to stop a fish.

"Oh, okay," he said finally, reluctantly, growling. Alfred's eyes returned to normal size and brightened. "Pero not tonight, I have too sleepy to go around exploring. "

" Very well then!, how about tomorrow night? "

" No , no, no. Try the next week or so, "said Arthur, his face getting red for no apparent reason. Alfred smiled.

"Great!" Good night, Artie. See you at breakfast! "

When Arthur finally entered the bedroom, the others were busy with a game of Snap Expolsivo Gilbert on the bed.

"What is lor are you doing? "he said as he entered, causing Gilbert looked to Ely accidentally dropped the letter he was holding.

"Kesesesesese! Arthur, that was so little great! "Exclaimed the boy Prussian angry. Technically, it was German, but always claimed to be Prussian.

"Oh, Did I do to destroy your house made of cards?" Arthur smiled and walked sideways to the bed of Francis, sitting on the edge. "My fault."

Francis laughed. "Andon, it's your turn."

A Bulgarian boy hair negro nodded happily and took the deck of Gilbert.

...

UPDATE ON THEFT

Gringotts "See this well, hm," said Arthur, pointing the holder of that morning.

"Someone tried to rob Gringotts? You must be crazy, "said Francis. Even the French knew how dangerous it was to mess with the goblins of Gringotts. Nataliya

shrugged and finished eating his herring. "At least not steal anything," he said. "Look, it says something about the vault had been emptyada. "

Arthur frowned, looking at the date. "Hey, is not the day of the robbery the same day I met Tiffany? Alfred took him to Diagon Alley when we met in the summer. "

The three were silent.

"She's crazy, yes," Francis said, nodding toward where I was Tiffany. The girl was bothering Draco, asking for some candy. "Mais ... that does not make a thief."

"was not the accused or anything," said Arthur. "I met Harry, Hagrid that day was with & eacute; l; said he was taking some business from Hogwarts. "Nataliya

frowned, but then his eyes brightened," Yes! "he said. "Hogwarts is likely to have a vault at Gringotts, right?"

"Who would not, really?" Asked Arthur rolled his eyes. "Except Muggles and Muggle-born, of course."

"Well, Hagrid was addressing issues of Hogwarts: Hogwarts empty the vault, before someone stole whatever was inside!"

"How do we know that the b & orcute; ban that was violated was the roof of Hogwarts? "asked Francis.

The three stood in silence again.

...

walked through a corridor, the sound of his feet barely be heard against the cold stone. With a purpose, turned and stood before a door. Was closed.

"Alohomora," she whispered, opening.

Something growled from the depths of the corridor that had just revealed. As I closed the door, he faced something, "were disgusting and gnashing teeth, looking away, rolled on the floor, and it did not matterAs he tried to open the door, he could not.

"Depart from me," cried as the monster was getting closer.

...

Arthur awoke covered by a cold sweat. Francis and the others were around her bed.

"Ça you, Arthur?" Said Francis, a face full of concern. He came to feel the front of Arthur. "You were talking in his sleep."

"What did I say?" Arthur opened his mouth, blinking like an owl to the gentand around it.

"something like 'Get away from me'," Gilbert said, smiling sideways. "We thought you were being chased in your dreams for the Fat Lady of Gryffindor."

"Ha ha," whispered Arthur, while the others laughed. "No, I was in a room with a monster trying to eat me."

"Ah, same thing," answered Gilbert. "Now go back to sleep, and have no more nightmares, yes? I need my great dream. "

" Sure, whatever. "Arthur turnedgiving back, with a yawn.

...

walked through a dark forest, the trees around it covered with shiny silver threads. The ground was silver too. His hands were silver, had silver in the front of his robe. Blood

unicorn, he realized, looking at his hands and feel the characteristic smell of blood. Then he saw about a tree, a small body, silver blood flowing from a wound in his back.

Her eyes filled with tears of anger and sadness, until she saw the knife covered with blood on their hands platinum.

Cigar Wraps Wholesales Updated in this poor abandoned Lj ~ xD

Blurring Lines House
Original language: English (fanfiction.net/s/5890592/1/Blurring_House_Lines)
original Author: Lily Winterwood (fanfiction.net/u/1071606/Lily_Winterwood)
Notes: chapters promise up more often, now I have more time ~ at least a week = D

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Part Two Hermione Granger


Arthur did not see Harry Potter through the first of September, King Cross station. The boy was watching from the platform nine to ten, confused.

"Oi! Need help? "Called Arthur. Harry turned to him, his face relaxing slightly at uNo familiar face.

"Yes, thank you!" Harry said back, driving his cart up to him. "I can not find platform nine and three quarters, you know how to get there?"

"Sure, it's simple." Arthur pointed to the barrier. "Just run to the barrier!"

Harry looked as though he really was crazy. "Barrier?"

"Let me show you." Arthur turned his cart up to the barrier face. Ran straight to the platform. A moment later,Harry came running like a bull, his eyes slightly closed. He opened his eyes and paused, looking around in amazement.

Arthur smiled and turned away, then heard someone say his name.

"Arthur!" Was a healthy boy near the Hogwarts Express. The long hair and almost platinum mixed with the steam train.

Beside her was her brother Russia, a white owl on his shoulder and a yellow and black scarf around his neck. Beside him was another girl from prominent breasts, was talking animatedly with his brother's girlfriend, Madeline unloved, none of them amountfoward the "boiiiiiing" which sounded every time she moved.

Arthur smiled and began walking toward them, but suddenly there was a burst of navy blue dress and white apron, and the first girl reached out and wrapped him in a crushing embrace.

"I missed you!" Said Nataliya Arlovskaya, revealing a rare smile on his face. "How was your summer?"

"Well, Nataliya. And I'm definitely looking to start the year with a couple of broken ribs. "Nataliya laughed

arranged his hair behind his shoulder. Had grown, and was a little nicer. Smiling at your brother, said, "Come on, Ivan, Can you help Arthur with his trunk?"

"Da, sister," said Ivan Braginski, walking forward to Arthur take the trunk and take the train.

"No, I can do that," snapped a voice. Alfred had left the train, wearing his bomber jacket, like always. Ivan raised an eyebrow, but he stepped aside and let Alfred pick up the heavy trunk. To the surprise of Arthur, Alfred raised himeasily and left him on the train as if she weighed the same as a bag. Arthur looked

Nataliya. "You sit with us?"

"Nyet, I will sit with brother, sister, Madeline." Nataliya shrugged. "I see you later then?"

"Yes" Arthur hugged her again and tried to convince himself that he had not buried his face in her hair to feel the perfume of violets was suspected.

climbed into the Hogwarts Express with Driscoll and the rest of their cbears, turning to smile.


...




Matthew, Francis, and Tiffany were in the chamber when Arthur entered Alfred. Matthew and Francis talking in French, and Tiffany was looking out the window.


"Guys, Artie is here! Alfred cried while accommodating the trunk of Arthur in one of the compartments in height.


"Salut Arthur!" Francis dedicated his patented lopsided grin and a wink. "How was your summer?"


&, Ldquo; Bored, "Arthur admitted. "Especially because we were not allowed to use magic."


"Tell me," Alfred said, rolling his eyes. "I was dying to show everyone the things I could do!"


"At least we get to Hogwarts can only use magic again, huh?" Matthew smiled at you ; midamente, hugging her bear.

A whistle blew, and the students went around and rushed to board the train. A girl poked her head into the chamber.

"Everybodys other magazines are busy, I wonder if I could sit here? "he asked.

"Oh, no problem," said Arthur gently, pushing their belongings to one side. Alfred settled the trunk of the girl as she sat next to Arthur carelessly. He had messy brown hair and brown eyes bright. "My name is Arthur Kirkland. What is your name? "

" I'm Hermione Granger, "he said. And was wearing school uniform. "I'm starting Hogwarts this Anoy already & iacutee; all the books they gave us for the course, also memorized many of them, and I'm so excited! You guys are going back to Hogwarts? How is it? "

Alfred smiled. "Hogwarts is great! I'm in Gryffindor, my brother Mattie is in Hufflepuff, and Francis and Arthur are in Slytherin. You will learn many great things in Hogwarts! "

the girl's eyes lit up when they hear the word''learning.'' "Oh, tell me what you learned in first year!"

As the train continuedtheir journey to Hogwarts, Alfred dramatically recounted the events of the previous year. Hermione listened with full attention.

"So there we were, in a dark, damp gourd ..."

"No, in fact it was a pumpkin much more spacious than an average cell" Arthur cut.

"Who is telling the story, you or me?"

Arthur gave him a kick.





... "Have you seen my frog?" Asked a boy faceround, putting his head into the chamber half an hour later. Hermione had her head buried in a book, Francis and Matthew were on parchment whispering, Tiffany Alfred took a nap and was trying to see how many dead spiders could hide in her hair before she woke up.

"No, I have not seen your frog," said Arthur, stopping to look at Alfred and play.

"Oh, I think I lost it! Well, if you see, can you tell me? "

" Sure! "Hermione got up from his seat and closed the book. "I'll help! & Rdquo;

The two left the chamber. Alfred chuckled as he reached for his bag of spiders again.

"What the hell you think you're doing?" Arthur asked, while the U.S. put a dead black widow, on top of a flattened world and coffee.

"It's fun to joke with her," Alfred said with a laugh.

is clear that the chivalry of Gryffindor not bother Pequena extendíaa a premium.

"Do you try to break the record, eh?" Matthew looked at them. Arthur was almost shocked at her reactionng. "It was a family joke?

"I've been twelve," said Alfred.

"The record is twenty-four, eh," he recalled Matthew.

"You two are evil, you know?"

Alfred chuckled again. "It has always been a competition between the cousins to see how many spiders you can put in the hair of the premium Tiffany. Not afraid, but he hates almost as much as he loves his hair. "

Apparently, the premium Tiffany filled the patience of many people.


...


The Hogwarts Expresswas stationed in Hogsmeade Station. All the chamber had been changed. Tiffany's cousin woke to notice the missing five minutes and stretched.

The black widow landed on his lap.

Since the announcement, their cries echoed throughout the length and breadth of the train.






... "Thirty-six, eh! Congratulations! "Matthew exclaimed as they walked to the carriages pulled by invisible creatures. "You broke the record, eh!"


"Wait until the guys in USA know! & rdquo; Alfred cried and got into the carriage. The interior smelled moldy hay, for some strange reason.


Once everyone got into the carriages, except for the first year, they stumbled a bit, like a train left the castle of Hogwarts.


The castle was illuminated by the light of stars, like a large and complex lamp. The lights were welcomed back to the students. Inside the Carriage, Arthur looked towards the castle and smiled.


went out and walked toward the castle, through the hall to the Great Hall. Inside,enchanted ceiling mimicked the sky, and the room was illuminated by candles floating in the air. Francis Arthur and walked to the Slytherin table and sat next to Nataliya.


"They had a good trip?" She asked. Arthur nodded, Francis smiled sideways.


"Did you know? Harry Potter starts this year, "said Arthur, and Nataliya's eyes widened.


" Mais non!" Cried Francis. "Have you seen him?"


"Twice," Arthur admitted. C
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"How is it?" Said Nataliya.


Arthur shrugged. "A little low, dark hair, and not exactly a good texture, very skinny, you know?"


"How about you?" Francis joked. Arthur hit him.


"Shut up. Finally, it also has the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. Wears glasses, too. "


" It sounds ... well, you pretty anti-climatic? "Nataliya shrugged hombros too.


"What, wait for a boy of eleven tall and muscular?" Francis laughed. "I'm not surprised at all."


Great Hall doors opened and the first came, looking fearful. Arthur quickly scanned the crowd looking for Harry. "There," whispered to Francis and Nataliya, gesturing to the guy who stared at the ceiling. Nataliya


examined it for a minute or something and then nodded. "You're right, it really does not look anything like ahero. "


" Once again, I'm not surprised, "noted Francis.


...



The draw began. The first new Slytherin was a girl named Milicent Bulstrode, his hair was black and broad texture.

"Granger, Hermione!"

Hermione, the girl from the train, was placed in Gryffindor.

"Aw, I would like to join us," said Francis. "If your front teeth were not so great and her hair was a little less tangled, I think it would be absolute dazzling. "

Arthur rolled his eyes, as Professor McGonagall called," Jones, Tiffany! "The three Slytherin

watched the Sorting Hat deliberated a moment and then yelled Tiffany & ldquo ; SLYTHERIN! with the full force of their nonexistent lungs. Tiffany rose and took his hat from his head, his eyes filled with tears. He walked to the Slytherin table and sat with Milicent blankly. Across the table, two control children face called Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle smiled half side.

"Ten galeones expected to go to Gryffindor, "Nataliya whispered, nodding to Tiffany.

'why do you need to bet? It is obvious, "Arthur whispered back.

"Malfoy, Draco!" A pale blond boy sat on the stool and was immediately put into Slytherin. Tiffany seemed to brighten a bit as he settled into the seat, she smiled and tried to present itself.

Slytherins Two more came to the table: Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkinson. Arthur watched the line move, with a strange feeling in her isTomago.

Finally: "Potter, Harry!"

Hall Harry exploded in whispers while walking forward. Nataliya Francis and raised their heads to watch him well, along with the rest of the school.

The hat was on the boy's head for what seemed an eternity. Arthur, along with everyone else, was kept waiting. We


...
"Gryffindor!"

The Gryffindor table erupted in cheers as Harry walked toward them. Fred and George Weasley, identical members of mischief they got up and shouted:"We got Potter! We've got Potter! "As dozens of Gryffindor Harry patted on the back, cheering and screaming.

Arthur looked at Alfred, who shook Harry's hand enthusiastically. Their eyes met, blue and green, and Alfred gave him a lopsided grin satisfied. Arthur replied with an angry look.

The last student to join Slytherin was Blaise Zabini.






Notes: will open a crossover role Hetalia / Harry Potter, if anyone is interested ~ will be fun xD

Tadalafil Tablets E20 House Blurring Lines, Fan fiction, Chapter Eleven

Blurring Lines
House Original language: English (fanfiction.net/s/5890592/1/Blurring_House_Lines)
original Author: Lily Winterwood (fanfiction.net/u/1071606/Lily_Winterwood)

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Notes: first part of the second year at Hogwarts. Corresponds to the Philosopher's Stone, D. Introduction of a character OC: Tiffany Jones is the representation of Massachusetts.
And to the calm of many, no, this does not include an Arthur fanfic / Harry. XD

House Blurring Lines: Second year

The crazy cousin Tiffany

Part

Summer was timeto do nothing and relax. But not for Arthur Kirkland. During his first year at Hogwarts, he had witnessed the destruction of the Busby chair, a chair damn it proved to be an artifact called Dark Horcrux. He had learned, too, that there was a human, but the representation of England. His friends also were representatives of countries: Alfred F. Jones was the United States, Francis Bonnefois was France, and Nataliya Arlovskaya was Belarus.

They did not know, and Arthur wanted to tell them. But he had sworn to silence. Would know over time

... ...

"The Horcrux is a receptacle in which a magician seals a part of his soul," Arthur read breathlessly. He was perched in a tree in the courtyard of his home, Driscoll owl on the branch next to him. "To create a Horcrux is a seal from his soul and that part of an object outside the body."

Driscoll hooted and flew.

"The magician who creates a Horcrux definitely will not die, even when his body is destroyed, because the other part of his soul is no damage. Spirit will remain, until you get corporeal form, unless the Horcrux is destroyed too. "

Arthur looked up from his book. It was a very old, the Director of Hogwarts he had borrowed, entitled Secrets of the Dark artifacts. Dumbledore had given the book to be returned as soon as he had finished reading about the Horcruxes, and the promise that would not tell other people, especially Harry Potter "on them.

"A secret to the grave," he said to nobody in particular.

His reflections were interrupted by Peter, his younger brother, who ran wearing a sailor outfit. Peter met only seven this year, but had already begun its countdown to his birthday eleven.

"Artie, Artie, it's time for lunch!"

"I, Peter!" Returned the call. Closing Secrets of the Dark artifacts, jumped from a tree branch, falling light on his feet.

...

Arawn, his older brother quien also was on vacation from Hogwarts, he was putting the finishing touches on a kind of beef stew when Arthur entered the kitchen.

"That looks interesting," Arthur said as he sat.

"Thanks," said Arawn. Put some on three courses. "Avail. The rest I keep for Liam and Erin. "

Liam and Erin were the two elder brothers of the family. They work in the Ministry of Magic.

Arthur sat down and began to eat his lunch. He wore half whenand Driscoll came in with a white owl carrying a letter. Arthur recognized the white animal Pierre, Francis owl.

"Hey, it's Francis," she said as she looked at the envelope. Francis would use these stamps only expensive and the Eiffel Tower emblazoned on every corner of the letter.

"Who is, your boyfriend?" Laughed Arawn.

"Shut up." Arthur's cheeks turned red.

"Do not wait, is not Francis," continued Arawn, ignoringthe glare of his younger brother. "Is that Gryffindor who sits with you all the time. You know, American? Alfred F. " Jones? "

" SHUT UP! "Arthur almost spilled his stew. "None of your damn business!" He opened the letter. Read:

Bonjour Arthur,

Comment vas-you? I'm fine. Right now I'm in Paris, the lights are simply gorgeous and the Eiffel Tower is très belle. You should see it, its beauty and size your breath taken away. C HTMLXC

My sister and cousin are exquisite. Aurore is a little beauty and Mabel is lovely. Beauxbatons will convert to two beautiful witches, I think.

return to l'Angleterre in Aout, hope to see you in Diagon Alley and Hogwarts.

Avec tout mon

cœur,

Francis.

Arthur folded the letter and put it in your pocket. Driscoll and Pierre flew lightly to the table andtook a bit of their stew. Cariñoa patted owls. Pierre must be tired having flown across the English Channel after all.

...

was just beginning the afternoon, another white owl came flying into the room of Arthur, with another letter. As the owl looked very tired, Arthur gave him some food and water and left to sleep on your bookshelf.

The letter was from Nataliya.

"Priyvitannie, Arthur!"

What hto state your summer? I have a little cold at this time, but it's always cold in the house of brother! Madeline brought to dinner the other day Winter Dad was not very pleased when she started asking for fish in the middle of dinner. Madeline does not look like a girl cold personality, but happy to brother so I guess I should be happy too.

Francis says is going well in Paris, I referred to has been frequenting these places ... how is it called? Moulins "Rouges? Something. Just thinkis too young to enter. Maybe you are using an aging potion. Anyway, hope you're not getting into trouble. And neither are you, stay safe.

brother, sister and I will be back in August. Hope to see you then!

Love,

Nataliya.

Arthur smiled sideways. Francis would be very trying to enter such places. Patted the sleepy white owl in the head, the poor bird would fly vuelta to Russia tomorrow morning.

pulled out his parchment, pen and ink, and began to write their responses.

...

was about midnight when a majestic but tired owl called Arthur window. "Good, Justice," yawned as he opened the window. Alfred's owl habitacióny rushed into the other stole the food from the plate, before extending her leg to allow Arthur to take the letter attached to it. "You came all the way from America? That must be a vSnare tiring. "

She hooted and staggered wearily a little. Arthur left on the bookshelf where the white owl was asleep. Driscoll had gone for a midnight flight. Justice took his place on the shelf, going to sleep.

Arthur opened the letter.

Hey Artie!

I had a great summer! The family reunion is still in any case, and now they are talking about things down there with a little beer and papas chips (these would crisps for you, I think. You Brits are so strange!), and watching a football game (not your kind of football) . Anabelle's cousin is playing guitar in my room is very good but not as a prima June. The premium June know about all the stars of the country, Tennessee, after all. Tiffany's cousin is busy being a lunatic in the yard-I think he has a crush on Ryan's cousin, which is scary, because they are cousins, right? I hope it happens soon, starting to scare me and heroes never scared! CHTM LXC

Tiffany's cousin is eleven now, and received a Hogwarts letter the other day. That basically means I have to deal with it and problems of falling in love for six years Masy I'm not looking for but I guess I have to do it because I'm a hero! It's a little scary as you do things in secret, which means I will probably be in Slyhterin so lucky with that, Artie. I hope you do not end up falling for you. That would simply be uncomfortable.

Pequena pathetic return to your island in threeweeks! Tiffany and Mattie go with me. See you at school or in Diagon Alley!

De,

Alfred Arthur laughed a little as she read the letter. "So I know the crazy cousin Tiffany, huh," she whispered.

Driscoll flew through the half open window and hooted.

...

The Leaky Cauldron was full as usual when Alfred Arthur met three weeks after & eacute; sa late July. "Artie Heya!" Exclaimed Alfred F. Jones as I hugged him. I was a little taller, a little wider than shoulders, but it was still the same blue-eyed blonde with glasses, a tuft rebel and hero complex.

"You grew a little," Arthur noted.

"Nah, you will shrink." Alfred laughed as Arthur's cheeks are red and hit put Alfred in the arm.

Matthew Williams, a quiet and shy boy in Hufflepuff, he smiled. He, too, was fairand wore glasses, but her eyes were purple and instead of a lock of unruly hair had a strip of wavy hair that hung from his forehead. Polar bear carrying her like an object that gave him security.

"Hello, Arthur," he said.

"Hello, Matthew."

"Artie, I'd like to introduce my cousin Tiffany!" Alfred smiled, but rolled his eyes as he made a Sen ; to head to a girl who came a few steps behind.

"So & iquest, this is the crazy Prima Tiffany? "Arthur whispered, looking at her. "It does not look so crazy."

spoke too fast, because suddenly the girl began to mourn. "Are you saying

ugly on me, right?" He cried. "No, Tiff, at all," said Alfred, with enthusiasm. "This is Arthur Kirkland, is in my Anoy is Slytherin! I've talked about it, is not it? "

" I said I was wicked! & Rdquo; said Tiffany. She had long black hair and big blue eyes, which at that time were full of tears.

"It's very emotional, huh?" Whispered Matthew. "It costs a lot of it out of their boxes, huh?"

"I think it's pretty easy to get angry, too?" Arthur whispered back, while Alfred gave a awkward pat on the back of the girl.

"Oh, that too." Many people had come to watch them, and Arthur began to retreat orWe centimeters away from Alfred and Tiffany.

collided with something huge.

"Hey, watch where you walk!" Said a familiar voice.

"Hagrid!" Exclaimed Arthur, a sigh of relief.

"How are you, Arthur," said Hagrid, happy. "I am attending Hogwarts some issues now, so I can not stay long." He said by placing a hand on the shoulder of a boy with black hair. Arthur looked at him.

"Cclass international to Hagrid? "Arthur asked the boy.

"I just met yesterday," he said.

"Yes, we walk by getting books and stuff," said Hagrid.

Arthur smiled. "I'm Arthur Kirkland," he said, extending a hand.

"Harry Potter," replied the boy, shaking hands with Arthur.

Arthur blinked. Surely, just in front of the boy had a lightning-shaped scar. E-happy to meet you, H-Harry Potter, "she said, her face turning pink.

So this is Harry Potter?

...

Note

translation: Alfred's reference in his letter on potato chips / crisps, football, refer to American English, French fries are known as' chips ', while the English will say' crisps. " The same about football, Americans mean by the word to football, English football and as such, or football (that's american is 'soccer'.) ... LOL Iggy was not an official English dictionary when it should XD.

French translation

:

Comment vas-you?:

How are you?

très belle: beautiful

Aout

: August Avec tout mon

cœur : With all my heart.

Wiriing Diagram For Alpine Table Moments: # 15 Interlude

Author: sony_km / / sony
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Claim: Spike Spiegel / Julia
Table: Here!
Topic: # 15 - Interlude
Title: Memories
Summary: Spike realizes how much she remembers Julia Faye.
Notes: It was as much to not post anything ... ¬ ¬ tasks, but hey, try to catch up with how much I


Disclaimer: Cowboy Bebop pe I rtenece

Their meetings usually occur at night, usually after 12, at that time, Faye got up and opened the door, then returned to bed and slept, waiting for him. This had already become almost routine for them, always knew what would happen: he would come, they would go to bed, hours later, would, and neither said a word about it.

That night was no exception, but Faye was unusually anxious, waiting for the arrival of Spike to his room. The time seemed eternal, he decided to make things easier for Spike taking off her clothes, that way is not going to take too. At last, after what seemed an eternity, he heard the door close yuWe footsteps approaching, she knew it was him, I did not need to ask who it was. He felt the weight of his body in bed, almost shouted at him not so long, would feel immediately above them, beside her inside her but Spike always took his time, always did and it bothered him more than ever. He soon realized that Spike is taking his time not to bother, "sometimes seemed to know it too well, almost guess what I thought just by looking at this time, of course, was no exception," is that it was tricky, because between the many unknowns of his personality was that deal that gave some people. But Faye was not because it was the woman who was with him, ifif it were, it would not matter too much, and that is that Spike would forget who he was from the moment his hands touched her, for reasons unknown to him, Faye Faye was not for him while he was in his arms, Faye was more like ... more like it , the woman whose name had tried to bury the past, but resurfaced at the time. Inevitably, whenever I was with Faye, I thought of Julia. I could not control. I did not want control.

He realized how much she remembered Julia Faye, when the first singing woke him, no matter what I have said, and their reaction was all because for him, both women seemed. Then, Spike had stealthily entered the ROOMFaye ion and had seen her naked body for the first time, their curves resembled those of Julia, to the color of their skin. He was convinced that this was a delusion, because even in that moment of intimacy they shared, imagined that the woman in his arms was Julia, her mind Faye left and went back to that bygone era that refused to quit. Faye
more or less aware of what happened in Spike's head, not paying attention, at least it was at first. Later, a strange sensation invaded her heart every time Spike looked at her with eyes full of lust, I knew I did not see her, if not the woman he had loved long ago.

Spike stood up, without looking at Faye, he put on his clothes backand walked out the door before leaving, she called it. Spike stopped, but did not turn: "Do not come back

- Faye said, issuing the first word of all his meetings, he knew he was going to hurt, I could not help it but I had to. Spike left without saying a word, while a tear its way through the eyes of Faye.

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Blurring Lines
House

Original language: English (fanfiction.net/s/5890592/1/Blurring_House_Lines)

original author: Lily Winterwood (fanfiction.net/u/1071606/Lily_Winterwood)

Notes: "Now that the chair of Busby had gone completely from his mind, Arthur began to think about himself. It was a nation. England was the next target of Voldemort, no matter who killed ... "

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Author's Note: The last chapter of the first year. The child is referred to as Aurore Bonnefois Corsica.



from ten
End and beginning

finished exams, and summer invadedthe castle. Slytherin won the House Cup and Quidditch Cup, something that Arthur and Francis reveled. Alfred just rolled her eyes.

"Just wait, next year and win their asses patearemos both!"

Arthur, Francis and Nataliya spent their free time on the lake, with water fights, and trying to avoid the giant squid. Alfred sometimes joined them.

chair Now that Busby had gone completely from his mind, Arthur began to think about himself. It was a nation. England was the next target of Voldemort, regardless qui &; Eacute; n kill.

"I can not believe that the year is almost over!" Francis exclaimed one day. Were in the lake once more. Nataliya was spending time with his sister Yekaterina, so we just were Alfred, Francis and Arthur seated on a small pier, with glasses of pumpkin juice (or in the case of Arthur, a good cup of tea ) in their hands.

"went fast, right?" Muttered Arthur. "Where will depart in the summer?"

"Back to the U.S., of course," said Alfred.

"I must return to France," added Francis. "My dear sister Aurore begins Beauxbatons. Is eight years old and strange. Also my first eight years, Mabel, begins Beauxbatons. Perhaps transferred to Hogwarts when he was eleven ... do not really know what my parents or parents of Mabel have planned for them. "

" Yeah, same here "launched Alfred. "We'll have a family reunion. I wonder who else in the family will probably Prima magic, Tiffany; always knew I was half mad, madethat strange things happen when he got angry ... "

" What kind of things? "said Arthur, kicking the water with your feet slightly.

"It was very emotional, you know? Always coming up to me because some guy on the street threw hair. And then jump from the roof of the house and did not even a scratch ... it was great at first, but later he became quite upset. Premium Anabelle wish to send to an asylum. "

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "How many cousins do you have?"

"About fifty."

Arthur paled. Fifty cousins fifty states.

"You okay, Artie? You look a little sick. "Francis said, putting an arm around Arthur.

"E-I am perfectly fine. Keep your hands where I can see them. "





... Soon came the day when all raised their trunks and pets to the Hogwarts Express to return to London. Driscoll looked very unhappy about being in a cage again.

"Honestly, Driscoll, Will you behave?" He questionsArthur tó exasperated, but the bird just hooted at him. "I'll let you just get home free, right?"

"Talking to the birds makes you look like a lunatic, Artie," said Alfred, his owl Justice eagle was sitting properly and correctly in its cage.

"He says the madman who pulls burgers from the air" returned Arthur, while Francis arrived with a white owl.

"Say bonjour to Pierre," said cheerful. Alfred and Arthur stared.

"I knew you had aowl, "said Arthur.

Francis laughed. "I have lots of owls. All called Pierre. "

" So it's no wonder they died, with a French name as horrible as that, "said Arthur.

"But it's better than Gilbird-this is how Gilbert named his pygmy owl, you know."

The train began to move, and Arthur pressed his nose against the glass, watching the huge Hogsmeade and Hagrid figure back.

"Well, here are our last few hours to use magic," he said as the town disappears & iacute; to your eye. "We can not use magic outside of school until we have seventeen, after all."

"Damn, does that mean I can not spell on the Prima Tiffany next week?" Said Alfred with a pout. "I was expecting that."

The compartment door opened, and Nataliya came dressed in a navy blue dress and white apron. It looked strange considering that the year had been wearing the school uniform. "Hey guys," she said cheerfully, sitting next to Alfred.
"Bonjour, Nataliya," said Francis smiling sideways. Alfred and Arthur just nodded.

spent the rest of the trip trying some interesting spells and curses on each other. When Gilbert came with a package of letter bombs, played a few rounds of explosive snap-Arthur eyebrows were burned at a time until the shut Nataliya. Near the end of the trip, Nataliya out for a moment to let it change the muggle clothes, but returned at the precise moment when Alfred finished zip up your jeans tight.

While the train was stationed at King's Cross, Arthur turned to Alfred, Francis and Nataliya. "Write me often in the summer, & amp; rdquo; said. "I want to know what they are doing."

"That does not sound weird at all," said Alfred, earning a playful shot in the arm. "But yes, write!"

"Oui, I shall write," Francis said with a wink. Nataliya nodded a vague hint of a smile on his lips.


"Well, because I will be sending to Driscoll," said Arthur, nodding to his owl. "Be sure to feed him anyway. I do not want to tire and drown in the mid-Atlantic. "

Everyone laughed, just as Arthur saw his family waiting for him. Peter jumped slightly to keep an eye on, and Arawn was there beside her, Erin and Liam delight in their adventures.

"See you in September," he told his friends, hugging each of them. With a smile, turned and walked toward his family.

END OF YEAR.

...

Note by the translator: the next chapter is the beginning of the second year at Hogwarts! Thank you very much for reading and writing comments:)

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Two weeks ago came back from the capital.

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Beach Buggy Comforters House Blurring Lines, Fan fiction, Chapter Nine

Blurring Lines House
Original language: English (fanfiction.net/s/5890592/1/Blurring_House_Lines)
original Author: Lily Winterwood (fanfiction.net/u/1071606/Lily_Winterwood)
Notes : penultimate part of the first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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The hospital wing was strangely uneasy when Arthur entered. Several students were awakened by noises coming from the dungeon, everything happened after bedtime, and gathered around the bed of Madeline Desmarais and Alfred Jones. Professor Wang was in a separate section, Madam Pomfrey had refused outright to someone to see.

Braginsky Matthew Williams and Ivan were being treated by their strike!ace. Madam Pomfrey saw Arthur shake and rushed toward him.
"You were down there too," he said. No question was an accusation, resigned just one sentence. Arthur nodded. "Then sit."

Arthur sat in a chair and Madam Pomfrey came quickly to the closet, to find a salve for cuts and wounds on his face.

Nataliya cried suddenly. "It's waking up!"

"Quoi?!" Cried Francis.

"Madeline est & aacute; waking up! "

Ivan got up, but Madam Pomfrey pushed him back to his seat. "You can visit Ms. Desmarais then." He spoke in such a tone of authority that Ivan even dared to question it.

"What? Why am I here? Where's Ivan? "Echoed the voice of Madeline.

"You're in the hospital wing, chère Madeline. All is well, Ivan is right here, "Francis said, softly. Nataliya

be sentó beside Arthur, Madeline got up, but then stumbled to his feet and fell. Francis caught it.

"Miss Desmarais, go back to bed. Required should not over, has been unconscious for a month. "

" Yes, we were going to die or something, "someone said, shakily.

"Alfred!" Said Madeline, looking toward the bed of the United States. Was he trying to get up with pillows.

"Hey Madeline" he said with a faint smile.

"Whyare you in bed? "

" I sat in the chair. "

Madeline opened her eyes. "Oh, it's true! I was trying to return to Gryffindor Tower and I found this Prefect that forced me to go to jail ... "his voice trailed off. "Did the same with you?"

"Nah, I was just being cool and saving Matty to do that!" Alfred smiled sideways. Arthur

suddenly lost her breath. "Speaking of Slytherin prefects, the strange curse that had Marcus Lesauvageand should be dispelled, from one moment to another ... "

There was a sudden noise and a scream. Then the voice of Marcus Lesauvage came to them, muffled by the walls of the castle.

"Professor Snape, I swear, it was not me! I do not know what happened! "

" Do not know what happened, eh? "Matthew hissed, his face getting red. Madam Pomfrey gave him a warning look.

The hospital wing door opened and Professor Snape and Dumbledore entered, Snape holding fast to Marcus Lesauvage. Moments later & amp; eacute; s, McGonagall and Sprout The teachers went too.

"I think I heard something about a missing Hufflepuff?" Said Professor Dumbledore gay.

"All right sir, you are here." Said Alfred.

"Ah, Mr. Jones, Mr. Kirkland. Mr. Bonnefois said you two had gone in search of that Hufflepuff. "Dumbledore smiled. "I would like to see you both in my office." Then he looked at Madam Pomfrey, who looked a little lost among so many people entering their domain.
Al
Fred jumped out of bed, to the dismay of others. "Come on then!" Enthused, and Arthur just rolled her eyes.

seemed that nothing would change to Alfred, the U.S. Gryffindor.

...

Dumbledore's office was a very curious place. There were books on shelves scattered around the room, portraits of past directors on the walls, small gadgets on the tables, and a magnificent Phoenix on a shelf near the counter.

"Sit down," said Professor Dumbledore. The two sat down. "& Iquest; Lemonade? "

" No, thanks, "said Arthur, but Alfred greedily accepted. Dumbledore smiled.

"Well, well. Not every day I meet someone who likes lemonade. Now, tell me what happened. "

Alfred was the first search by Matthew, which ended in the dungeon with the chair, and then entering with Matthew Lesauvage.

He broke a bit telling how Matthew Lesauvage forced to sit in the chair, but Dumbledore just smiled and encouraged him to continue telling the story. How

do Alfred ended with him sitting on the chair, Arthur spoke. For what seemed an eternity, he told both his meeting with Thomas Busby, the input of Professor Wang, Ivan then saving the day, sitting in the chair.

finished with a slightly hoarse voice, looking from a pair of blue eyes to the other. Finally, Alfred broke the silence.

"That was ... great."

"Impressive, indeed," Dumbledore said, crossing his fingers and looked at them through his half-moon spectacles. "You two and Ivan have demonstrating share tremendous courage today. "He smiled. "I will give fifty points for each of the three houses on it."
She looked at Arthur. "Unfortunately, I have to deduct fifty points to Slytherin for the conduct of Marcus Lesauvage. I will not drive-only was doing the will of the chair. However, you have a punishment, and their permits be revoked Hogsmeade. "

Arthur bowed his head and did not look up. Will hear Dumbledore could dispatching Alfred, steps away from the U.S., but suddenly, his shoes hab & iacutee; an exciting again.


"Arthur Kirkland, you know why you're in Slytherin?"


Arthur looked up again. Dumbledore was smiling again, his eyes shining.

"No sir, but I want to know."

"Do you know about Lord Voldemort, right?"

Arthur nodded, feeling that the question was a bit silly. "Yes, it is the dark wizard who terrorized Britain for several decades, until Harry Potter
defeated."

"exactlyately. But Harry Potter, I fear, not completely defeated. "

Arthur remained silent.

"Lord Voldemort's spirit is somewhere in Albania now. Is determined to regain human form, with the intention to return and finish his work. Harry Potter will find and kill him, and when it does, Britain will be in grave danger. "

A shiver ran the backbone of Arthur. "But what has that to do with me, or to be in Slytherin?" He asked.

"Arthur, & amp, iQuest, you realize the importance of the union between houses? "Dumbledore's eyes were serious now, but his smile never faded. "When Voldemort returns, will become even more important for the houses of Hogwarts to be united despite differences. You could easily have gone into Gryffindor and there have been fed all the stories about the House of Slytherin and reputation, have been just as biased as all other. "

" But hat put you in Slytherin, not only because you possess the qualities of a great Slytherin, but also because they have the potential to dispel the lines between the houses. You can show the rest of the school that Slytherin House is not what it seems, that there are good and honorable people in it like any other house. "

Arthur smiled a little. "I see, Professor."

"Okay." Dumbledore nodded. "Now, about Thomas Busby."
Arthur
tightened.

"You know why it disappeared when Ivan broke the chair?"

"No sir."

"Because the chair is a very curious little piece of magic called Horcrux. I dir & eacuyou, what is, but you must swear not to tell any living soul what a Horcrux is. Especially Harry Potter. "

Arthur nodded. "You have my word, Professor."

"Good." Dumbledore went to a shelf and then returned with a book. "This book gives an overview of the most dangerous dark artifacts in the world. The Horcrux is one of them. "He handed the book. "I hope I read it and return it promptly."
Arthur took the book, which was old and exuded evil of every one of your pages. "Thank you, Professor. But whywhat you're saying all this? "

" For your security, Arthur Kirkland. "Dumbledore sat at his desk. "I think Thomas Busby mentioned that you were a strangely powerful magician for your age?"

Nodding, Arthur said, "But many others are too. Alfred, Francis, Nataliya, Ivan ... "

" Yes, that's true. "Professor Dumbledore leaned forward. "I would prefer that none of you know, such a burden on his shoulders would be ... I have not experienced, But I suspect it would be unpleasant. "

Arthur swallowed. "Q-what are we, then?"

Dumbledore's smile was sad and resigned. "You, my boy, are the personification of England, and the official representative of the United Kingdom of Great Britain Northern Ireland. Your family are all representatives of the constituent kingdoms of Great Britain-Scotland Liam, Erin is Ireland, Arawn is Wales, and Peter is the Principality of Sealand. "

Arthur opened his eyes, and pinched unconsciously. "But ... how? "C & OverhaulI, m I can be a Nation? "

" I do not know, because I'm not. But if you look at the interactions of your family ... you'd be surprised how similar are the policies of Muggle and Magic. "

Arthur clung to his seat, knuckles white. "Alfred is an American, Francis is French, Belarus Nataliya is ... does that mean they ...?"

"They are the personification of the United States, France and Belarus? Yes "

" All of our year as well? & Rdquoo;

"Not everyone. Katie Bell and Cho Chang are human and will remain so, I think. "

Arthur looked at his hands. "The fact that it is a nation ... explains why I'm so good with the magic?"

"It does, somehow. A nation is as strong as its people and their loyalty to their country. That applies to you as its personification. If all the people of Britain, wizards or Muggles, decided to leave the country right now, you weaken considerably, and would cease to exist once you attack another country. "
Arthur
trembled. "So I guess it's a good thing they have not done?" He said with a faint smile.

"Yes, it's a good thing that still remain loyal to you," said Dumbledore, sounding very strange words to Arthur. "But that also explains why Voldemort is a threat to you as much as Harry Potter. Do you know what happened the last time he was in power? "

" many innocent lives were lost, "whispered Arthur.

"It will happen again," Dumbledore nodded. & Ldquo, with each person that Voldemort and his followers killed, you lose some strength. With each bridge or road that they break, every part of government to attack ... not only be attacking your country, will also be attacking you. You, as the personification of the birthplace of Voldemort, are attached to it, much as Harry Potter. "

" So I have to help Harry Potter to defeat it. "He said , Arthur. Dumbledore nodded.

"But you can not help telling him everything you know. He must learn to be resourceful to find things por your account. You have to - for want of a better word-master knowledge you gain to defeat Voldemort, and if I'm wrong, I like the challenge of putting all the pieces in place. You must help the least intrusive manner possible. "

Arthur nodded. "I see, Professor."

"Okay. Ah, but look at the time. You run to your bedroom, Arthur. "

Arthur got up and walked towards the door.

"One more thing," called Dumbledore, and when Arthur turned around, saw no hint of a smile on the face of the director.

"& iquest, Yes? "

" Do not tell anyone. Alfred, Francis, Nataliya, and others learn about themselves in due time. You have priority only for the mere existence of Voldemort. "

Arthur nodded and left the office.

...

(Continued on ten)

Palm Sunday In Arabic Words [Kensei / Mashiro Fanfic]

Just copy and paste a fic that I liked it when I wrote it. Fics
My muse has fled, and instead has left the muse of work ...


___________________________________________ Title:
words Characters: Kensei Muguruma / Mashiro Kuna (Main). The rest of Vizard (secondary)

Disclaimer: Neither Bleach or its characters belong to me. Tite Kubo are all

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After a long walk, both doubted that someday they were going to get anywhere, especially her, he had complained, had cried and had even cried, but his acompañante not seemed unfazed even a little bit, believe it or not listened to, after so many years to answer and shout it, he had decided to remain silent, no matter what she said. Of course, despite knowing perfectly, forgot one small detail ... True

nickname she gave him at that time in the shinigami academy, a few weeks after they met, and that I used as a last resort to be heard, because I knew he hated it. And she loved to see him angry.

- Sei-chan! I'm talking about! Exclaimed loudly, the fury invaded peliblanco that clenched fists, containing all kinds of names that had at that time for her. "Thatnickname is forbidden, "he thought, he sighed deeply while counting slowly from one to ten, or ten million, maybe.

- Kensei, you speak," said Shinji, the aforementioned ground his teeth, while his companion insisted green hair to call it "Sei-chan", regardless of the presence of other vizards, who looked between surprised, shocked and fun scene. Love whispered something into the ear of Rose, who stifled a laugh, snorted Hiyori was desperate Shinji smiled; Lisa showed no emotion on his face, while advancing toward his "new home" in the midst of the discussion that turned into monologue about the lack of response.

Until at last, clearly exasperated, Kensei did not hold back :

- Shut up! Do not stand another second! I've asked a million times that you stay silent, but do not listen. What do I have to do to bother no more? Tell me and I will be happy, I get tired!

The green-haired girl stared at him, trying to avoid the tears that were about to leave, said something inaudible, before running off to get lost in the darkness of night. All eyes fell on Kensei

"I spent," said Love
"Nobody asked your opinion," said Kensei
- I'm serious, Kensei "said Lisa,
-back," said he, "We just have to stay here a while, and will be back and will as always bothering

Nobody said anything, but everyone suspected that Mashiro not return, it was customary for the captain shouted, he said it was annoying, but apparently this time the words had hurt, but he only realized this when they passed one, two and up to four hours, and there was no sign of the girl anywhere. Without being ordered, Kensei stood up and muttered "I'll be back", before running in the same direction she had run before.

only expected to find, just waiting to apologize, he asked if he was OK, she did not know the human world, let alone the dangers that roamed there. He was not the kind of person who readily expressed their feelings, much less going to say that someone is concernedba, also used to measure their actions, given his nature, was temperamental and stupid enough to say what he said and did not realize the consequences four hours later. Perhaps it was her fault, for calling him by his nickname disgusting ... No, it was his fault, for having cried, it was not like him, at least not the way it had.

The famous nickname of discord "Sei-chan" was born of a night of drinking, she drank a lot, and thought it would be fun to call it that way. Obviously, from the beginning to bother him, but as is Mashiro Mashiro, "the nickname he had been, with the commitment that was not mentioned in front of others.

is amazinghow words can change the world, can stop the course of time, but also make it run faster, can cause death or bring life, some happy others sad, with a few cause no reaction may be philosophical or really stupid; but absolutely all have an effect, positive or negative, unfortunately for Kensei, the effect of his words in Mashiro was negative, very negative.

When he finally found, was sitting next to a tree around his knees with his arms and crying bitterly. He came, sitting in front of her, not knowing how to start, another quality that have the words, is to be chosen carefully to avoid things like that happening nowthe character of white hair, which will do its best trying to do the right thing, much more at the time, where a simple short word could trigger a whole disaster.

-Mashiro-started, she did not look up or even move, he repeated his name, without losing patience. Finally, in a rare start for tenderness, he put a hand on her head, she was hiding her face in her arms. The hand made his way to his chin and managed to lift his face, a delicate and effective way to be heard.

"Sorry," he began, now she was staring at him, he stopped to wipe the tears from his eyes
"It was my fault ...
"Listen," he interrupted habe I should not haverte shouted. I lost my head ...
-Kensei-she changed her position to be kneeling in front of him already happened. Do not worry ... Just do not do it again.

He did not answer, but all he could think to do was hug her. Definitely had not changed, he knew that no matter how many times he scolded, as if no change, she would remain as it always had been, he had known well, and had to admit that well liked that she was , that in any case, it was she who made him forget the real world. They could spend hours discussing, neither would know the time that had happened, until someone else to stop it. He sounded quite odd that not hubiese called somehow, but at this point, something she would have matured, and is that Mashiro, the time shared with him in the academy and the Ninth Division, had enabled him to understand it, know it well and try almost daily get at least a smile, work involved a challenge, but she would not surrender.

"Sorry," he repeated
"Shut up, Kensei," she said, tightening his arms around his neck

's right, a single word, or many of them bring their consequences, positive or negative. Can lead to hell or to paradise.

A single word can also connect two souls who seem lost, and perhaps keep them together for much, muchor time.

perhaps forever "Thank you both at the time said
- Why? Kensei asked
I do not know. "She said about you Why? "Neither
know. Just ... Thanks.

Silvercity Movie Theatre Ottawa Rosas [Ichigo / Rukia fanfic]

Another challenge, as it says in the notes.
I think ... I do not know, it was weird, I have a strange impression of this fic, but I liked how it came out, I gsutó enough, although it took me quite ....

_____________________________________________ Title:
Flores Author: sony!
Number of Words: 744
Warnings: Possible OOC .
Notes: while ago did not write one of these ... A challenge for StopRain forum, part of ichirukifan4eva . In fact, it was more difficult than expected, however, I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: Bleach no mine . I belongneed to Kubo-sensei. _____________________________________________


Surely, if her younger sister had not insisted, Ichigo and would be in that place now, with that company, let alone with this strange mission. Had exchanged a few words with his passenger, all concerning the same subject: their reason for being in a flower shop, watching them all and trying to determine which were better.

-Captain Toshiro ...
- interrupted the white-haired boy.
-Toshiro ... You think ...
"Shut up, Kurosaki.

And there was silence between the two shinigami, who did not stop to look at the variety of flowers that stretched across thetent had all the sizes, shapes and colors, Ichigo heard some women say strange names, admire the flowers, talk about them, and what was worse: That meant each. Do the flowers have meaning? For Ichigo and Captain of the Tenth Division, were all equal, they stem, root, petals were all flowers, all meant the same thing. So they thought.

- What we do, Toshiro?
- What do you mean, Kurosaki? You who came to buy flowers, not me.
"Not a bad idea. I mean, Hinamori-san ...
- How many times do I have to say shut up?
- would only say that Hinamori-san would like. You know how she is, Toshiro. No response

a. Perhaps because Hitsugaya considered the option. Yes, it was hard to admit it, but now considered very seriously, never knew I could ensue.
A girl came from behind, a smile on his lips and a friendly look:

- I can help you? - He told them, both turned, startled and nervous, they looked and looked at her; babble something that made her laugh. He behaved like a child, yet he seemed friendly and willing to take time to help.

"I am Kaori - was presented the girl seems to have never been to a place like this, right? -. Expected, both nodded "Okay, I'll help a little.
"No," said Ichigo. Kaori looked up, somewhat surprisedround-I mean, not that do not accept your help, i do not want a speech about flowers. Make it simple. "We want
- Hitsugaya corrected. "We want
- Ichigo repeated.
"Okay - Kaori said, moving toward a rack, followed by two men who had just decided to trust the good sense of the seller" Well, here we are: Orchids or Roses? Ichigo

noted the two flowers, with curiosity Rukia sure would not want something as common as the roses, but did not remember having ever seen a bouquet of orchids, on second thought, if I had seen him in a marriage; and for now, he did not want to marry Rukia. For now.

"I leave in your hands, Kurosaki - whispered the smallCaptain. Ichigo wanted to protest, but he preferred silence.
- Well? - Asked the saleswoman "What you buy for your girlfriend?
- What would it you? - Ichigo asked, in turn, after a moment of doubt.
- While roses are very popular, are my favorites. So choose these. Are going to take? -. Ichigo nodded, did not need more, just that.

Minutes later, the orange-haired boy out of the flower together with the white hair, both with a bouquet of red roses in their hands. It felt weird. Extremely rare, many people were throwing curious glances, others murmured things. Some girls giggled, while commenting on it as romantic as it looked.

As part of the way, they parted Hitsugaya ensuring that they are turned over to Hinamori. Ichigo slowly came to his house making sure that Isshin was not there, he soon realized that the house was empty. He climbed the stairs toward his room, opened the door, surprised that Rukia was not making a scandal. When his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw the little girl sitting on the edge of the bed. It looked almost unreal, seeing it as the saw now, Ichigo was proud to have such a woman beside him, a woman who was able to stand, supporting him in whatever he needed, who knew even the smallest detail that he understood. He was especially happy to know that she was the personalna he loved, and he was the person she loved. It meant no more, not even the welcome they gave him when his dark eyes rested on him

- Ichigo, idiot. Take too long.