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If your treasure is where your heart is, then Molly Weasley's treasure can be found in Bill's work, Charlie's passion, Percy's ambition, George's smile, Fred's laughter, Ron's appetite, and Ginny's dreams. She is a mother, and nothing else will ever be more important to her than her children. Even when Bill wears his hair long and pierces his ear. Even when Charlie takes a dangerous job far away. Even when Percy reminds them over and over again that he's a prefect. Even when Fred and George pull yet another prank. Even when Ron drives a flying car to school. Even when Ginny forgets her parents' warnings and listens to a diary. She can

James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew did not like being bored. Pranksters don't do bored. This explains why the four Marauders decided to ask the Room of Requirement for something interesting to do. Anything interesting, really. "Hey! What is that?" "It's a pensieve, I think." "Huh?" "It's for viewing memories." "Oh! Cool!" Inside the pensieve, they found two teenage boys singing a song that went something like this: There once was a boy named Harry ("Harry who?") Destined to be a star His parents were killed by Voldemort ("Poor boy!") Who gave him a lightning scar (Yo, Harry! You're a wizard!) Harry goes to Hogwarts("Y

You had heard stories of a time where the world was at peace.  Back then, people could live and work and play however they wanted to.  They could spend time and money on frivolous pleasures like the beach or the movies.  They could enjoy the beautiful mountains, plains, and forests. To you, those stories had always seemed like fairytales. The world was no longer like that. People's lives were centered on fighting for survival.  Resources were put towards supplies and weapons.  Beaches were strategic locations, and movies were for information.  The land was pockmarked with nuclear craters. There was no escaping the war. You had accepted t

Books had always been your passion.  Within their pages, you could find a window to just about anywhere you could ever wish to visit.  You could meet an alien race on a different planet or meet a charming young man in New York.  You could fight a werewolf in a world of fantasy or fight crime bosses in a world of espionage. Your favorite books had always been about history.  With them, you could watch a Roman chariot race, cross the Delaware River with George Washington, or storm the beaches of Normandy on D-Day. It surprised no one when you got a job as a librarian at a small library. ~APH~ You liked your job.  There weren't too many peop

It was a sunny summer day that saw Ludwig Beilschmidt and his girlfriend Feliciana Vargas on a date at an amusement park. She was a ball of energy, racing from one sight to the next, as excited as a child. Ludwig followed after her, content in watching her obvious enjoyment. He always loved to see her smile. She had been smiling a lot that day. She had ridden all of the kiddy rides. She had dragged him on the merry-go-round. She had insisted on trying her hand at the games. Feli had even managed to find a place to eat lunch that served pasta. He shook his head fondly. She would eat pasta for every meal if she could. A cheerful Italian v

Your life was pretty good.  You didn't have perfect health or a perfect job, and you didn't have a boyfriend.  What you did have, though, was an appreciation for the little things in life. One of these was the little park near your work.  Everyday, unless it rained, you would take your lunch and eat it in the park. Today, however, when you reached your favorite spot, you found a strange man sitting there. He had pale pink hair and light skin splashed with freckles.  He was wearing a pink collared shirt, a purple vest, a blue bowtie, and khaki pants.  Next to him he had set a plate of cupcakes. As soon as he spoke, you could tell that he w