I just have to say that this isn't really Twilight fan-fiction, nor Harry Potter for that matter. It's a mix. I noticed on fan-fiction.net that loads of people were écriture them, so I thought I'd give it a go myself. So, anyway, here it is:
Chapter One- The Essence of a Fan
'Edward, we l’amour you!'
'No, I l’amour him more'
'I swear on Jacob's life that I l’amour Edward plus than you'
'How does that work? toi don't even like Jacob'
'Do too, I'm on Team Switzerland'
'Then toi can't l’amour Edward more- toi l’amour them both'
'Edward come back!'
Harry jumped out the way as two screaming girls flew past. His black hair whipped around his head in a frenzy, even though he was indoors, and his glasses, that usually covered his vivid green eyes, were sliding rapidly off the end of his nose.
Once the high-pitched screaming had died away, Harry set off towards the Gryffindor Tower once more.
On the way Harry passed three plus girls fretting in the corner. One of them was crying.
'What-if-he's-not-in-the-mooovie!' The girl stuttered between sobs.
'Are toi okay?' Harry addressed the girl that was sobbing.
'What?' She gripped the lapels of his robes in anger. 'You know that Taylor's gonna be in New Moon, don't you? Tell meee.' She began squealing and sobbing again. Talk about a mood swing.
Harry stepped back, aghast.
'Just ignore her, I've told her again and again not to worry, I mean, he's perfect as Jake.' One of her Friends explained, but it just went straight over Harry's head.
'Of course he isn't, he isn't tall enough ou buff enough. Dog-lover.' a dit another.
The first two girls started to wail and whine at this commentaire in a fashion that could out-do Moaning Myrtle anyday. Harry walked away. Quickly. Something strange had come over the girls at Hogwarts- Harry would rather try and have a sensible conversation with a three headed dog than a girl nowadays.
Harry finally made it to the common room, after directing yet plus gaggles of girls towards the qudditch pitch; he'd made out from the that some guy named Edward was practicing there. Who on Earth was he?
Harry fought through the crowds of even plus girls (this time they had there noses in livres with erratic sobs and squeals bursting from them) to get to the comfy chairs par the fire, where Ron was waiting for him.
'Got a rendez-vous amoureux, date for the Yule Ball yet?' Ron asked, his freckles moving up and down his face as he spoke.
'Nah,' replied Harry.
'Me neither.' Ron sighed. 'It's so hard, they just hang around in groups, how're toi supposed to get of them alone to ask?'
Harry just shrugged.
'And, to haut, retour au début it all off-' Ron began, when, as if they had all been cued, all the girls looked up from their livres and screamed. '-they can only speak squeal!'
Harry looked blankly at Ron, he should know par now not to attempt to talk over that.
'SHUT UP.' Ron had rose from his chair to shout against the screams. His attack had only made them scream louder. Ron sank back into his chair in defeat.
'Yeah,' Harry said, 'I think I know what toi mean.'
The screaming stopped, suddenly. It was unusual to say the least. Harry and Ron both peered over their chairs to see if it was definantly sûr, sans danger to speak again. The scene, however, was not what they expected.
Instead of the eager ruffle of pages and crooning sounds coming for each girl there was a still silence. All heads were turned towards the port hole, and curiousity had even won over most the boys- these boys weighed comfort over noise level, accepted the screaming, and chose to remain in the common room- who were facing the same direction also.
Following everyone else's lead, Harry turned to face the room's entrance. A girl with bold, red hair had grabbed everyone's attention par holding up a photo. Harry blinked. It was Ginny.
'I did it.' She exclaimed. 'I got Edward's autograph.'
The screams started again as the picture got passed around, it was similar to a mexican wave.
For some reason the photo landed in Harry's lap. He picked it up.
'I don't get it,' he a dit to Ron, 'it's just a picture of Diggory, and last time I checked his name was Cedric, not Edmund.'
'Let me see.' Ron stared at Cedric's face as if he would walk out of the picture and give way for the allusive Edward. After a seconde he said, 'it's Diggory alright.'
Before Harry could utter a 'duh', the picture was snatched from Ron's hand's with a cry of 'stop hogging him.' Harry watched in disbelief as the girl kissed the moving picture just as another girl grabbed it for her own delight.
'Weird.' Harry and Ron muttered at the same time. They were still shaking their heads in confusion when Ginny came and sat suivant to them.
'Hey guys.' She smiled.
'Why'd toi have to bring that thing in here?' Ron complained. 'Everyone's having fits over it.' He paused to think. 'Who is this Edgar-' (Ginny frowned as Ginny a dit the name incorrectly)'-anyway?'
'Yeah.' Harry backed Ron up.
'It's Edward, and if toi must know he's the most perfect guy in the world.' Ginny replied, and in response to their looks of confusion again, she added, 'he sparkles too.' A squeal forced itself from her mouth.
'Now I know your not talking about Diggory. Sparkles? What a joke!' Ron said. He was really disgusted now, his ears were turning a dark shade of red.
'I'm not joking,' cried Ginny as she stood up, 'he's not called Cedric, he's Edward, and if toi must call him par his surname, use Cullen!' She stomped away in a rage. While pulling her photo back off another crazed girl it ripped. This set off another defeaning wave of cries.
'I'm off to bed,' mouthed Ron over the commotion.
'Why? It's only seven thirty,' mouthed back Harry.
'It's either the boys dormentries ou the library, there the only quiet places left.' Ron left Harry par the fire.
After five minutes of trying to do his potions essay over the wails, Harry chose the boys dormentries too.
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Chapter One- The Essence of a Fan
'Edward, we l’amour you!'
'No, I l’amour him more'
'I swear on Jacob's life that I l’amour Edward plus than you'
'How does that work? toi don't even like Jacob'
'Do too, I'm on Team Switzerland'
'Then toi can't l’amour Edward more- toi l’amour them both'
'Edward come back!'
Harry jumped out the way as two screaming girls flew past. His black hair whipped around his head in a frenzy, even though he was indoors, and his glasses, that usually covered his vivid green eyes, were sliding rapidly off the end of his nose.
Once the high-pitched screaming had died away, Harry set off towards the Gryffindor Tower once more.
On the way Harry passed three plus girls fretting in the corner. One of them was crying.
'What-if-he's-not-in-the-mooovie!' The girl stuttered between sobs.
'Are toi okay?' Harry addressed the girl that was sobbing.
'What?' She gripped the lapels of his robes in anger. 'You know that Taylor's gonna be in New Moon, don't you? Tell meee.' She began squealing and sobbing again. Talk about a mood swing.
Harry stepped back, aghast.
'Just ignore her, I've told her again and again not to worry, I mean, he's perfect as Jake.' One of her Friends explained, but it just went straight over Harry's head.
'Of course he isn't, he isn't tall enough ou buff enough. Dog-lover.' a dit another.
The first two girls started to wail and whine at this commentaire in a fashion that could out-do Moaning Myrtle anyday. Harry walked away. Quickly. Something strange had come over the girls at Hogwarts- Harry would rather try and have a sensible conversation with a three headed dog than a girl nowadays.
Harry finally made it to the common room, after directing yet plus gaggles of girls towards the qudditch pitch; he'd made out from the that some guy named Edward was practicing there. Who on Earth was he?
Harry fought through the crowds of even plus girls (this time they had there noses in livres with erratic sobs and squeals bursting from them) to get to the comfy chairs par the fire, where Ron was waiting for him.
'Got a rendez-vous amoureux, date for the Yule Ball yet?' Ron asked, his freckles moving up and down his face as he spoke.
'Nah,' replied Harry.
'Me neither.' Ron sighed. 'It's so hard, they just hang around in groups, how're toi supposed to get of them alone to ask?'
Harry just shrugged.
'And, to haut, retour au début it all off-' Ron began, when, as if they had all been cued, all the girls looked up from their livres and screamed. '-they can only speak squeal!'
Harry looked blankly at Ron, he should know par now not to attempt to talk over that.
'SHUT UP.' Ron had rose from his chair to shout against the screams. His attack had only made them scream louder. Ron sank back into his chair in defeat.
'Yeah,' Harry said, 'I think I know what toi mean.'
The screaming stopped, suddenly. It was unusual to say the least. Harry and Ron both peered over their chairs to see if it was definantly sûr, sans danger to speak again. The scene, however, was not what they expected.
Instead of the eager ruffle of pages and crooning sounds coming for each girl there was a still silence. All heads were turned towards the port hole, and curiousity had even won over most the boys- these boys weighed comfort over noise level, accepted the screaming, and chose to remain in the common room- who were facing the same direction also.
Following everyone else's lead, Harry turned to face the room's entrance. A girl with bold, red hair had grabbed everyone's attention par holding up a photo. Harry blinked. It was Ginny.
'I did it.' She exclaimed. 'I got Edward's autograph.'
The screams started again as the picture got passed around, it was similar to a mexican wave.
For some reason the photo landed in Harry's lap. He picked it up.
'I don't get it,' he a dit to Ron, 'it's just a picture of Diggory, and last time I checked his name was Cedric, not Edmund.'
'Let me see.' Ron stared at Cedric's face as if he would walk out of the picture and give way for the allusive Edward. After a seconde he said, 'it's Diggory alright.'
Before Harry could utter a 'duh', the picture was snatched from Ron's hand's with a cry of 'stop hogging him.' Harry watched in disbelief as the girl kissed the moving picture just as another girl grabbed it for her own delight.
'Weird.' Harry and Ron muttered at the same time. They were still shaking their heads in confusion when Ginny came and sat suivant to them.
'Hey guys.' She smiled.
'Why'd toi have to bring that thing in here?' Ron complained. 'Everyone's having fits over it.' He paused to think. 'Who is this Edgar-' (Ginny frowned as Ginny a dit the name incorrectly)'-anyway?'
'Yeah.' Harry backed Ron up.
'It's Edward, and if toi must know he's the most perfect guy in the world.' Ginny replied, and in response to their looks of confusion again, she added, 'he sparkles too.' A squeal forced itself from her mouth.
'Now I know your not talking about Diggory. Sparkles? What a joke!' Ron said. He was really disgusted now, his ears were turning a dark shade of red.
'I'm not joking,' cried Ginny as she stood up, 'he's not called Cedric, he's Edward, and if toi must call him par his surname, use Cullen!' She stomped away in a rage. While pulling her photo back off another crazed girl it ripped. This set off another defeaning wave of cries.
'I'm off to bed,' mouthed Ron over the commotion.
'Why? It's only seven thirty,' mouthed back Harry.
'It's either the boys dormentries ou the library, there the only quiet places left.' Ron left Harry par the fire.
After five minutes of trying to do his potions essay over the wails, Harry chose the boys dormentries too.
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I think we l’amour it because its romantic and we all wish we had some one like Edward Cullen to swoop over and take us away that would be great,right? Personally I like the REAL Robert Pattinson plus than the charecter and would l’amour to meet him I mean who wouldnt but I dont know about toi but I for one beleive in what most people dont beleive in, such as vampires,faries,mermaids toi know stuff such as that,call me crazy but I really do even I cant explain why I l’amour that Stephanie Meyers created this story I l’amour this story like no other why I l’amour it so much is a mystery to me.
Bigger than the latest Indiana Jones. Bigger than the biggest James Bond. That's how big Twilight was yesterday.
The $37 million vampire flick, expected to have a killer opening day, had a monster opening day, grossing an estimated $35 million, Exhibitor Relations reported. One-fifth of that gross, ou $7 million, came from Friday midnight screenings.
The box-office tracking firm a dit a $75 million Friday-Sunday gross was now a possibility. Going into Friday, $60 million was considered the movie's best-case scenario.
When the counting's done, Twilight's Friday take may rank as the 14th ou 15th biggest opener of all time, having surpassed the debuts of Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull ($25 million) and Quantum of Solace ($27 million), to name two récent blockbusters.
Bolt, the animated talking-dog movie, was curbed par Twilight, grossing $7 million on Friday, Exhibitor Relations said.
I've been fanpopping since september if I am correct. At first I was a stranger to this site, and spot. But, soon enough I have grown fond toi ladies here. I think it is awesome that I found girls who are exactly like me. OBESSESED with the Twilight Series! Everyone gets exciting when the thought, ou mentioned anything that has to do with the series! I l’amour it, and it makes me happy that I am not alone when it comes to being obssesd with these series of books, being I've been lire the series since 2005 it was hard to find girls like me. Everyone one of toi ladies are amazing, smart, funny, and just really neat to talk about Twilight because toi girls are awesome, and wouldn't trade any other fans on any other fansite for toi ladies! I just l’amour toi all! you're awesome!
sometimes it can get a little cold hearted, but then again everyone is no great and nice!
toi ladies are great!!!
l’amour toi all!!!
Gileygirl =D
sometimes it can get a little cold hearted, but then again everyone is no great and nice!
toi ladies are great!!!
l’amour toi all!!!
Gileygirl =D