Summary: - He never thought he could l’amour a girl plus than he loved Hermione. But he was wrong. He loved her plus than anybody. He loved her plus than Hermione.
English is NOT my first language.
DISCLAIMER:- I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. I'm serious.
It was still dark outside. As dark as it could get on a full moon night. Ron Weasley was lying on his lit facing the sleeping form of the girl he loved most. Moonlight falling on her face was giving her a strange glow. She was sleeping peacefully; her eyes squeezed shut as if she was having some dream. A blanket was covering her upto her shoulders leaving only her face visible.
He sighed. He was tired. After a tiring field day, he was exhausted. But sleep just wasn't coming to him.
He missed her. Hermione. But the girl sleeping suivant to him made him miss her a little less. She was out of the country for some campaign she had started for welfare of werewolves.
He smiled.
He loved her. plus than she knew. Longer than she knew. Maybe longer than he knew. But he knew that he loved the girl sleeping suivant to him more.
He still remembered the first time he had laid eyes on her. He'd fallen in l’amour with her just that moment. She was most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. And his l’amour had only grown for her each day.
He picked his wand from the table, tableau beside the lit and lighted it-as less as he could-trying not to disturb her. He pointed it to the watch on the table.
4:40.
Still an heure and half for the sun to come out completely.
She stirred in her sleep, allowing some of her hair to fall on her face.
His smile grew. She indeed was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.
"Nox"
He a dit as quietly as he could, but perhaps it was enough to wake her up.
She peeked her right eye open to see him smiling at her.
She opened her other eye as well to reveal two brilliant blue eyes and smiled shyly up at him.
"Good Morning, Daddy."
She a dit in a sleepy voice.
It was musique to his ears.
"Good morning, Rosie."
He stroked some red curls which had fallen on the face of his 2 an old daughter while she was sleeping.
"Go back to sleep, Rose. It's still night."
She pulled the blanket up a bit only to cover her mouth.
"G'night, Daddy."
Came her voice, muffled slightly par the blanket.
He chuckled a bit.
"Good night."
Yes, he really loved her the best.
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I hope toi had a good time lire it. I apologize for any grammar ou spelling mistake.
Comment, b'coz that's what I l’amour most.
English is NOT my first language.
DISCLAIMER:- I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. I'm serious.
It was still dark outside. As dark as it could get on a full moon night. Ron Weasley was lying on his lit facing the sleeping form of the girl he loved most. Moonlight falling on her face was giving her a strange glow. She was sleeping peacefully; her eyes squeezed shut as if she was having some dream. A blanket was covering her upto her shoulders leaving only her face visible.
He sighed. He was tired. After a tiring field day, he was exhausted. But sleep just wasn't coming to him.
He missed her. Hermione. But the girl sleeping suivant to him made him miss her a little less. She was out of the country for some campaign she had started for welfare of werewolves.
He smiled.
He loved her. plus than she knew. Longer than she knew. Maybe longer than he knew. But he knew that he loved the girl sleeping suivant to him more.
He still remembered the first time he had laid eyes on her. He'd fallen in l’amour with her just that moment. She was most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. And his l’amour had only grown for her each day.
He picked his wand from the table, tableau beside the lit and lighted it-as less as he could-trying not to disturb her. He pointed it to the watch on the table.
4:40.
Still an heure and half for the sun to come out completely.
She stirred in her sleep, allowing some of her hair to fall on her face.
His smile grew. She indeed was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.
"Nox"
He a dit as quietly as he could, but perhaps it was enough to wake her up.
She peeked her right eye open to see him smiling at her.
She opened her other eye as well to reveal two brilliant blue eyes and smiled shyly up at him.
"Good Morning, Daddy."
She a dit in a sleepy voice.
It was musique to his ears.
"Good morning, Rosie."
He stroked some red curls which had fallen on the face of his 2 an old daughter while she was sleeping.
"Go back to sleep, Rose. It's still night."
She pulled the blanket up a bit only to cover her mouth.
"G'night, Daddy."
Came her voice, muffled slightly par the blanket.
He chuckled a bit.
"Good night."
Yes, he really loved her the best.
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I hope toi had a good time lire it. I apologize for any grammar ou spelling mistake.
Comment, b'coz that's what I l’amour most.
when i was 6 yrs old i have first time seen this movie, i was so young that i didn't understand the reality of it and i always wish that i too will get the letter from the owl and i will too go to hogwards i loved that movie so much that i started behaving like harry ,i wore that round spectacles and do every work of the house .my parents thought i have became mad he too take me to the doctor.i loved the musique which the play in between of the movie whenever i hear that musique my cœur, coeur beat started beating fast.now when i know the reality that there is no such thing, i refuse it and wait for the letter.
If toi don't know already, there's a Harry Potter fan of the mois Award created par the die-hard Potterhead Peppergirl30 that -obviously- runs every month. I decided, with credit to peppergirl30 (Emma) to create a WEEKLY Harry Potter fan Contest to have them plus frequently.
This is planned to not intervene with the Monthly Contest and the results of one will not change the other.
ANYBODY can enter even if you've already won but there is a limited number of people who can join. Please, no plus than 20. There's lot's of other oppotunities to enter anyway so it shouldn't matter too much. toi CAN vote for yourself but don't feel pressured to vote for somebody else incase people think the worst of you.
Now for the final bit, if toi want to enter yourself for Week 1 of the Harry Potter fan of the Week Contest, type in the commentaires your nom d’utilisateur and your favourite character with your favourite picture of them.
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This is planned to not intervene with the Monthly Contest and the results of one will not change the other.
ANYBODY can enter even if you've already won but there is a limited number of people who can join. Please, no plus than 20. There's lot's of other oppotunities to enter anyway so it shouldn't matter too much. toi CAN vote for yourself but don't feel pressured to vote for somebody else incase people think the worst of you.
Now for the final bit, if toi want to enter yourself for Week 1 of the Harry Potter fan of the Week Contest, type in the commentaires your nom d’utilisateur and your favourite character with your favourite picture of them.
CLOSED
I was lire HP6, at the part where toi find out that the guants are descended from the 2nd peverell brother.the ressurection stone was passed all the way down till it camme to be in the possession of Morfin, Voldemort's uncle. Young Voldemort a volé, étole it from Morfin. which means that the 2nd peverell brother is Voldemort's great great great great great great however many greats grandfather. well we learn that harry is descended from the 3RD PEVERELL BROTHER. WHICH MEANS THAT VOLDEMORTS LOTSA GREATS GRANDFATHER IS HARRYS LOTSA GREATS UNCLE! SO I REALISE WITH MUCH EXCLAIMATIONS OF "OH MY GOSH!" THAT VOLDEMORT AND HARRY ARE DISTANT COUSINS!
please commentaire on whether toi found this helpful ou if toi already knew this. Me thinks hearing from other peoples of the webbernet is cool!
please commentaire on whether toi found this helpful ou if toi already knew this. Me thinks hearing from other peoples of the webbernet is cool!