Americans are notorious triskaidekaphobics. JKR omitted the 713 because she was afraid American critics would see the "13", become scared, rate the book for adults only, and she would lose out on her sales to children. Stupid critics... [Gaeri]
When Sirius' younger brother tried to leave the Dark Lord's following, Voldemort had his family killed as well as a warning. Tragic, really. Death Eaters swooped down on their house in the middle of the night and Avada Kedavra'd them both, but somehow managed to miss the senile house-elf. [DarthXan318]
They can probably tell when their fellow wizard seems fascinated by every other thing in the Muggle world (unless said wizard is Muggle-born). Other than that, not many wizards would venture out into the muggle world in a given area so they probably would be able to recognise each other by sight. [DarthXan318]
(1) In the Hallway with Sir Nicholas Scene 1 - Harry is walking alone in a quiet, deserted corridor wearing damp Quidditch robes covered with mud. A little down the corridor nearly-headless Nick comes out from the wall. NICK: (Under his breath)…..don’t fulfill their requirements….half an inch if that… HARRY: Hello Nick. Nick looks up surprised, not expecting anyone to be there. He has on a dashing plumbed hat over his curly hair, and a tunic with a ruff. NICK: (With forced cheer) Hello, hello. Nick quickly stuffs a transparent letter into his tunic, trying to hide it from Harry. NICK: You look troubled, young Potter. HARRY: So do you. NICK: (Waving his hand and rambling) Ah, a matter of no importance…. It’s not as though I really wanted to join….. Thought I’d apply, but apparently I (a bitter tone enters his voice) don’t have the requirements. There is a short, uncomfortable silence. Nick pulls the letter out of his pocket as he begins speaking again. NICK: But you would think, wouldn’t you, that being hit forty-five times in the neck with a blunt axe would qualify you to join the Headless Hunt. HARRY: (sounding lost) Oh---- yes… NICK: (with more anger creeping into his voice) I mean, nobody wishes more then I do that it had all been quick and clean, and my head had came off properly, I mean it would of saved a great deal of pain and ridicule. However (shaking the letter open and reading with a sarcastic edge) “We can only accept huntsmen whose heads have parted from there body. You will appreciate that it would be impossible otherwise for member to participate in hunt activities such as Horseback Head-Juggling and Head Polo. It is in the greatest regret, therefore, that I must inform you that you don’t fulfill our requirements. With very best wishes, Sir Patrick Delaney-Podmore. Nick stuffs the letter back into the pocked of his tunic, clearly furious. NICK: Half an inch of skin sinew holding my neck on, Harry! Most people would think that’s good and beheaded, but oh, no, it’s not enough for Sir Patrick Delaney. Nick takes some deep calming breaths, and changes the subject to see what’s bothering Harry. NICK: So---- what’s bothering you? Any thing I can do? Harry has a wry look on his face, and his voice is sarcastic. HARRY: No, not unless you know where I can find seven free Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones or our match against Sly--- From around Harry’s ankles, there’s a screechy meow. Harry looks surprised and scared when he sees the lamp-like yellow eyes that belonged to Mrs. Norris. NICK: (Quickly) You better get out of here, Harry. Filch isn’t in a good mood---- he’s got the flu and some third years accidentally plastered frog brains all over the ceiling in dungeon five. He’s been cleaning all morning, and if he sees you dripping mud all over this place---- Harry interrupts, and starts to leave. HARRY: Right… Filch comes through the tapestry on the right. HARRY: (wide-eyed) Filch!! FILCH: (Shouting and pointing to the puddle of mud under Harry) Mess and muck everywhere! I’ve had enough of it, I tell you! Follow me Potter! Harry gives Nick a gloomy good-bye and follows Filch back down the stairs. Scene changes to Filch’s office, a dingy windowless room. It is lit by one hanging oil lamp from a low sealing, with wooden cabinets by the wall on the floor. Names have been scrawled on the drawers for students that Filch had punished. Harry notices that Fred and George had a whole drawer to themselves, and a smiles crosses his face. On the wall is a collection of polished chains and manacles, which seem to be something Filch likes to collect; either that, or Filch used to use them for detentions. Filch grabs a quill from a pot on his desk and begins looking around for a piece of parchment, murmuring to himself. FILCH: Dung, great sizzling dragon bogies…. frog brains …… rat intestines… I’ve had enough…. Make an example……. where’s that form….. yes…. He pulls out a large roll of parchment from his desk drawer, stretches it out in front of him, dips the quill in ink and starts to write. He says the words as he writes them. FILCH: Name… Harry Potter, Crime… Harry tries to defend himself, with a compromising voice. HARRY: It was only a bit of mud… Filch looks up from the parchment, glaring. FILCH: It was only a bit of mud to you, boy, but to me it is an extra hour scrubbing. (looking back to the form) Crime… befouling the castle…. Suggested sentence… As Filch lowers the quill a loud BANG from the ceiling of his office makes the lamp shake. FILCH: (Screaming and throwing down his quill) PEEVES!! I’ll have you this time, I’ll have you. Filch runs from the office. Harry sinks into the moth eaten chair next to the desk. Next to the chair is a purple envelope. Harry looks towards the door to check that Filch is not coming back and reads the envelope. It reads Kwikspell A Correspondence Course in Beginners Magic. HARRY: (looking confused) Why is Filch taking beginners magic? Harry hears Filch coming back so he stuffs the paper in the envelope and throws it back on the desk. Filch comes in looking triumphant. FILCH: (gleefully to Mrs. Norris) That vanishing cabinet was extremely valuable. We’ll have Peeves out this time, my sweet. Filch looks at Harry then to the Kwikspell envelope on the desk. Filch’s face goes red and he hobbles to the desk, takes the envelope and puts it in his desk. FILCH: Have you------- did you read? Harry tries to put an innocent look on his face. He looks a little scared. HARRY: No. Filch rubs his hands together, looking frustrated and stuttering FILCH: If I thought you’d read my private--- not that it is mine--- for a friend--- be that as it may----- however--- very well----go---and don’t breath a word ----not that----However, if you didn’t read --- go now, I have to write up Peeves report----go---- Looking amazed and releaved, Harry speeds out of the room. Scene changes to the empty hallway again. Nick floats out of a classroom, in which Harry can see the wreckage of a large black and gold cabinet. His voice is eager. Nick: Harry! Harry! Did it work? I persuaded Peeves to crash it right over Filch’s office. Thought it might distract him. HARRY: (Gratefully) That was you? Yeah, it worked, I didn’t even get a detention. Thanks Nick. They set off up the corridor together. Nick is still holding the letter. HARRY: I wish there was something I could do for you about the Headless Hunt. Nick stops and Harry walks though him. Harry shivers from the sensation. NICK: (Excitedly) But there is something you could do for me. Harry---- would I ask to much------ but no, you wouldn’t want------ HARRY: What is it? Nick draws himself up and tries to look as dignified as possible. NICK: Well, this Halloween will be my five hundredth death day. Harry looks confused, not sure whether he should congratulate Nick or feel sorry. HARRY: Oh… right… NICK: I’m holding a party down in one of the roomier dungeons. Friends will be coming from all over the country. It would be such an honor if you would attend. Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger, would be most welcome too, of course--- but I daresay you’d rather go to the school feast. HARRY: No, I’ll come--- Nick looks excited. NICK: My dear boy! Harry Potter, at my death day party! And do you think you could possibly mention to Sir Patrick how very frightening and impressive you find me? HARRY: Of course. Nick beams at him, and Harry looks like he wonders what he has gotten himself into. [NexuTamer]
1) Slytherin is the most unique, every member is really chic. Slytherin house is the best, We put to shame all the rest! 2) Slytherin House stands proud and tall, We reign supreme over the other three. Slytherin House shall never fall, We create our own history! 3) Slytherin House, the proud serpent, To win the House Cup, the snake then went. Slytherin wins! the whole table roars. Best house of all the Hogwarts four! 4) Four houses in all, Hogwarts boasts, Which one is it that has the most? Is it Lion, Badger, or the bumbling Eagle? The Serpent is best, we beat the rest! 5) Hufflepuff, working hard for naught, Ravenclaw, sitting too busy with books. Gryffindor, courageous, but always get caught, Slytherin, takes them all with a swift right hook! 6) Which House is best in class? With style, elegance, and never crass. Which House are the best students in? Simple, of course it's Slytherin! [Aerandir]
He's got ambition - how else would he have climbed to Head of the Games Department in the Ministry? Ambition is the cornerstone of any self-respecting Slytherin. While he could have been riding on his fame as a Beater, it's doubtful that he would have managed to rise so far without any ambition whatsoever. By the same token, he would not have worked so hard to become a star Beater without having some ambition. It's also obvious that he would've enjoyed being in the spotlight, since he chose to be famous. He was also quick to seize the opportunity to give Rookwood information when he was offered a Ministry job once his Quidditch career was over. This shows that he'd opportunistic, which is also a trait Slytherins have and everyone else should want. In GoF, he knew he needed money, so he took the shortest route to getting it by betting on the Cup and paying people with leprechaun gold. Clearly, he cut the shortest route available to his goal (even though a more intelligent Slytherin would have managed to keep out of debt in the first place ...). Then, when he needed more money, he bet on Harry. It's sneaky, and would have worked, if Harry hadn't chosen to be so noble and everything. He even hedged his bet by trying to help Harry out, which was really helping himself. [DarthXan318]
Slytherin Banner 4 [RogueSticks] Slytherin Banner 5 Slytherin Banner 6 Slytherin Banner 7 [Aerandir] Slytherin Banner 8 Slytherin Banner 9 [thecleric007] Slytherin Banner 10 [DarthXan318]
Slytherin Coat of Arms [Gaeri]
Slytherin Board Scheme 1 [DarthXan318]
1. The name "Draco Malfoy" is symbolic of his character. "Draco" means "dragon", and dragons are really evil (as in Goblet of Fire), and "Malfoy" has "mal" in it, which means "bad" in Spanish and other languages. His name is meant to show that he's evil. Example - everywhere Draco's name is mentioned. 2. The Sorting Hat song is an example of rhyme. Example is in the Sorceror's Stone, on pages 117-118. 3. Moony, Padfot, Prongs and Wormtail are all pseudonyms (a "false name" or alias used by a writer desiring not to use his or her real name) used by the Marauders when they made their map of Hogwarts. Example, in the Prisoner of Azkaban, page 192. 4. Weasley Wizarding Wheezes is an example of alliteration, in the Goblet of Fire, page 51. 5. Hagrid's dog's name, "Fang," is ironic because it is a fierce sounding name, but Fang is really a "coward" in the Sorcerer's Stone, page 251. 6. When Harry goes into Tom Riddle's diary, there is a flashback to Tom Riddle's past, in the Chamber of Secrets, page 242. 7. When Harry went to the Reptile House and spoke to the boa constrictor, it was foreshadowing Harry's talent as a parselmouth, in the Sorcerer's Stone, page 28. [NexuTamer]
1) tangleweed. this plant is found in many magical gardens around the world. It's a common problem that has ruined many good crops. Tangleweed is a stringy plant found strictly underground. Typically, this nuisance will tangle itself around the roots of other plants. It tightens its grip and feeds off of the nutrients in those roots. Eventually the root structures of other plants will die. To remove this pest, water the entire area with a generous amount of diluted Bundimun solution. 2) paxydilly. a gorgeous flowering plant found only in the basements of magical homes. When properly taken care of, the flowers will exude a pleasing fragrance that will also keep all but the most persistent pests at bay. Sprinkle once per month with powdered root of asphodel and water weekly to ensure proper growth. 3) dandyhoo. one of the most rare plants in existence, dandyhoos are a color shifting plant that grows only in lush, tropical climates. It will only grow up the bark of a tree and only of watered daily. The medicinal properties of the dandyhoo include blood cleansers and bone re-growth. 4) cabbidip. an edible plant, the cabbidip is a favorite treat of young children. This plant will secret sweet oils when ground. The main use for the cabbidip is for the sweeter ingredients in many candies favored by children. It's also popular for baking sweets such as cookies and pies. The cabbidip plant should be kept in full sunlight for at least 7 hours a day and watered in the morning and in the evening. Caddidip can be eaten right after it's picked for the sweetest results. To use the plan for candies and baking, grind the plant up and the resulting juices will contain the most sugary nectar from the caddidip. 5) serptivine. this plant is the frequent downfall of many forest travelers. Serptivines can grow in any environment even under the harshest conditions. When a warm blooded creature passes the serptivine, the 'vine will uncoil from its position in the branches of a tree and drop onto the unsuspecting victim. It immobilizes its pray with the venomous spikes covering its surface. When its prey has completely stopped moving, the serptivine will release a bile-like liquid the disintegrates the prey so the serptivine can absorb the nutrients through its leaves. Belladonna is the only known remedy for serptivine infestation. [RogueSticks]
(2) Based on the poem ANNABELLE LEE by Edgar Allan Poe The ORIGINAL poem: ANNABELLE LEE It was many and many a year ago In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived, whom you may know By the name of Annabelle Lee And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child In this kingdom by the sea But we loved with a love that was more than love I and my Annabelle Lee With a love that winged seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me This was the reason that, long ago In this kingdom by the sea That the winds came out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabelle Lee So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea The Angels, half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me Yes! That was the reason (as all men know In this kingdom by the sea) That a wind came out of a cloud by night Chilling and killing my Annabelle Lee. But our love, it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we And neither the Angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Could never dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabelle Lee. For the moon never beams without giving me dreams Of the beautiful Annabelle Lee And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of my beautiful Annabelle Lee. And so, all the nighttide, I lie down by the side Of my darling! My darling, my life and my bride. In her sepulchre, there by the sea, In her tomb, by the sounding sea. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ RONALD WEASLEY It was many and many a year ago, In a castle by hogsmeade, That a wizard lived whom you may know By the name of RONALD WEASLEY; - And this wizard he lived with no other thought Than to eat and be frieds with Harry. He was a child and was ever so mild, In this castle by Hogsmeade, But he learned with a skill that was less than great- That skinny RONALD WEASLEY - With a hunger that made enslaved house elves of Hogwarts Desire to be free. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this casle by Hogsmeade, A spell flew out of a wand by night Cursing her RONALD WEASLEY; So that his lucky Harry came To save him from silver and green, To save him from this House so mean In this castle by Hogsmeade. The witches, not half so happy in Hogwarts, Went curing poor Weasley; Yes! that was the reason (as all men know, In this castle by Hogsmeade) That the spell came out of the wand, cursing And killing her RONALD WEASLEY. Oh! our hate it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were Gryffindor breed - Of many less wiser than we - And neither the witches in Hogwarts castle Nor the teachers supporting Harry Can ever discipline we Slytherin souls Us killers of RONALD WEASLEY: - For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of killing the RONALD WEASLEY; And the stars never rise but I see the dead eyes Of the pitiful RONALD WEASLEY; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my spell books, my potions, my wand and my pride At his lifeless side where weeps Harry - By Ron's tomb near the streets of Hogsmeade. [RogueSticks]
(1) Henry V, Act IV, Scene III, Saint Crispian Day Speech HENRY: What's he that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin: If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more, methinks, would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse: We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is called the feast of Crispian: He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars. And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.' Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day: then shall our names. Familiar in his mouth as household words Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester, Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd. This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remember'd; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. And I couldn't help imagining Harry giving a similar speech right before the final show-down with Voldemort. Henry the King does like to call himself Harry. The Cedric Diggory Day Speech HARRY: What's he that wishes so? My cousin Dudley? No, my fair cousin: If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To accept Avada Kevarda; and if to live, Muggles and wizards, the safer our lives will be. My my! I tell thee, wish not one wizard more. By Jove, I am not covetous for galleons, Nor care I who eats my chocolate frogs; It yearns me not if men my robes wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But if it be a sin to want to defeat Voldemort, I am the most offending soul alive. No, strength, my coz, wish not a student from Hogwarts: Look around! I think we do not need it. As one student more, methinks, would be put In danger I cannot halt. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Dudley, to everyone, That he which is too scared to face the Death Eaters, Let him depart; his broomstick shall be brought, And galleons for travel put in his pocket: We would not fight in that wizard's company That fears his duty to fight with us. This day is called the feast of Cedric: He that outlives this day, and Apparates safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named, And rouse him at the name of Cedric. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil hold a barbeque, And say 'To-morrow is Cedric Diggory:' Then will lift his hair and show his own forehead scar. And say 'This wound I had on Crispin's day.' Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What spells he cast that day: then shall our names. Familiar in his mouth as household charms, Harry Potter, Ron and Hermione, Neville and Ginny, Seamus and Dean, Be in their flowing goblets freshly remember'd. This story shall the good wizard teach his son; And Cedric Diggory shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the magic world, But we in it shall be remember'd; We few, we happy few, we band of housemates; For he to-day that casts a spell with me Shall be my housemate; be he ne'er so dark, This day shall charm his condition: And magic folk in England now a-bed Shall think themselves hexed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us against Voldemort this day. [Gaeri] (2) Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I First Witch Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. Second Witch Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined. Third Witch Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time. First Witch Round about the cauldron go; In the poison'd entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights has thirty-one Swelter'd venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i' the charmed pot. ALL Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. Second Witch Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. ALL Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches' mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew Silver'd in the moon's eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron. ALL Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Second Witch Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. Now what if Shakespeare had written the scene in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, with three wizards sitting around a boiling cauldron... Ron Thrice Filch's cat has failed to mew. Harry Thrice and once the mandrakes whined. Hermione Quiet now, 'tis time, 'tis time! Ron Round about this lavatory go; It's quiet, it's creepy, rather slow. Moaning Myrtle, that in the u-bend Days and nights does she fend, But I'll ignore her wailing cries, If this potion can make us spies. ALL Double, double, Malfoy's in trouble; Fire burn, and Polyjuice bubble. Harry So what, I can talk to a snake, The Heir that fact does not me make; If Malfoy had not tried to cheat, Then vipers I ne'er would need to greet, Adders or pythons or the like Should not be brought within my sight! For a potion of potent trouble, Let this charmed broth boil and bubble. ALL Double, double, Malfoy's in trouble; Fire burn and Polyjuice bubble. Hermione I must admit, he fits the part, He's the kind to know a dark art, Whether it be a nasty curse, Or just stealing a wallet or purse, That ferret Malfoy is just the kind, To put Muggle-borns in such a bind. Good thing his goons are so unaware, They didn't notice us taking their hair, And now our potion is almost made. This gruel is thick, and tough to make, But we do it for all our sake: Malfoy must be Salazar's heir, To the dungeons, now; hope he's there. ALL Double, double, Malfoy's in trouble; Fire burn and Polyjuice bubble. Harry We'll prove where lies the evil blood, Even though this potion doesn't look very good. [Gaeri] (3) Othello, Act I, Scene III OTHELLO: Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approved good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true, I have married her: The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace: For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms, What conjuration and what mighty magic, For such proceeding I am charged withal, I won his daughter. And possibly how Shakespeare might have written Harry's courtroom scene... had Harry been extremely well-spoken... HARRY: Most potent, grave, and reverend Wizengamot, My very noble and charmful good wizards, That I have faced and survived You-Know-Who, It is most true; true, I have faced him: The very scar on my forehead gives evidence Of this long ago, but there's more. Rude may be my speech, As I'm little bless'd from Muggle education: But it has been almost thirteen years, Since my parents You-Know-Who wasted, dying from Their dearest action outside their little house; But more of that strange night I speak, That which pertains to the Triwizard Tournament, There where Cedric Diggory--- where Pettigrew And Crouch did serve. By your gracious patience, I will a full unvarnish'd tale deliver Of the Death Eaters gathered; what hexes, what charms, What conjuration and what mighty magic, All that proceeded that grave night; above all, I faced down Voldemort. [Gaeri]
Listen to a story that was written not so long ago A tragic but inspiring tale: It tells of a boy and his pure blooded foe. One night there was born a boy named Harry Destined for great things, With witch and wizard for parents. This bright young family was envied by many But there were a few Who made Potter their enemy. These dark pure-blood wizards took on the world They wanted to purge magic From all those mudblood boys and girls. Voldemort was Slytherin, a serpent to be true He lived up to those standards He knew what was right, knew what he had to do. With his wand and faithful friends This bold and mighty lord Was willing to fight to his end. There came a time when he saw the truth He went to Godric's Hollow To face the force of Potter, not expecting to lose. The winds howled in the dark of the night But Voldemort pressed on Concerned with only the coming fight. At last the powerful dark lord drew near He took a deep breath Smiled and held his wand without fear. Then to the home of Lily and James this wizard walked in He spoke the banned words and took aim. But James was not one to stand idly by He took up his wand And let a counter curse fly. The night air sizzled, lit up by the spells Nothing else stirred a single inch All were trapped in this hell. The two fought mercilessly with wands and words the air crackled with hate But only their voices were heard. The true power of those combatants was told when James fell to the ground He'd played his last card and been forced to fold. With no time to draw his very last breath James laid still forever He face showing the pain of his death. Somewhere in this house the baby boy stirred Up to this point he'd slept Until the cry of his mother he heard. Lily took up the fight where James had left off But Lord Voldemort had seen the child And knew how Lily would handle that loss. So the wizard drew close to where Harry cried Raised his wand towards the boy Pleased that this young child would die. Lily knew what was about to occur She ran to her son And held his small form to hers. "You won't touch my child!" she said firmly Her opponent just laughed Once more raised his wand and gestured sternly. "There's nothing you can do," he sneered And Lily raised her wand up then But there was nothing that this dark lord feared. With the frightened child in her arms Lily fought this man Used the strongest of all her charms. Once more, though, the wizard spoke The words came flying out And all of Lily's defenses in that instant broke. The darkest of all spells hit her like an icy blast "I love you" was on her lips but she Was unable to make those words for Harry her last. Harry slid from her arms to the ground at her side He hugged her unmoving form as Tears poured from his tender green eyes. Lord Voldemort didn't notice the gentle light that surrounded the two for his soul was unable to see what love did that night. A cruel mocking laughter fell down to the boy He looked up to see The cause of the noise. "Well it's just you left and you can't fight me." He raised his wand a third time that night Unprepared for the protection Lily left for Harry. When he spoke those fateful words once more Something unexpected happened The spell that served him well before failed Lord Voldemort. Instead of just fizzling out the spell rebounded and lit up the darkened Potter house. It seems that Lily had saved her young son When she chose to stand firm and die for her child rather than run. Voldemort seemed to disappear from sight And Harry sobbed over his parents Unaware that he'd just won the long, ongoing fight. All the boy cared about was the two people he'd loved their bodies not moving Despite his numerous warm little hugs. Harry Potter the boy who saved men from a man Was left with a scar And without his family. (line count -- 102) [Roguesticks]
Music is actually distributed via wooden plaques with a picture of the artist. When a witch or wizard wants to hear music by the artist, they simply get out their plaque and ask the picture to play them a song or two. The artist in the plaque does get a little weary of playing the same song over and over though, so you do have to ask VERY nicely, or you'll have a weary and pissed off magical musician on your hands. If you make them angry enough, they may get vengeful and play loud and annoying music while you're trying to sleep or study, or what have you. [Aerandir]
(2) Original Song: Like a Virgin from Moulin Rouge (not the Madonna version) LIKE A SLYTHERIN ****LUCIUS MALFOY AND SEVERUS SNAPE ARE ALONE IN THE SLYTHERIN COMMON ROOM, FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON. OH, EXCEPT FOR THE GROUP OF HOUSE-ELVES CLEANING AROUND THEM***** [spoken] Lucius: He looks upon tonight as his sorting night Severus: His sorting night? Lucius: He's like a proud serpent! He says you make him feel like a Slytherin! Severus: Slytherin? Lucius: You know, plotting for the very first time He says it feels so good, inside When he hexes her and you take points from them Severus: Like a Slytherin! Lucius: He's made it through the wilderness somehow He's made it through He didn't know how lost he was [Sings] Until he found this house He was beat incomplete He'd been mad, He was sad and blue But you made him feel Yeah, you made him feel Silver and green! *****HOUSE-ELVES BEGIN TO DANCE AROUND LUCIUS AND SEVERUS***** Like a Slytherin Plotting for the very first time Like a Sly-y-y-y-therin Your spells cast Both in time Gonna give you all his skills His fear is fading fast Been saving it all for you Only points can last He's so pure-blooded and he’s mine He'll be yours 'till the end of the school year 'Cause you made him feel Yes, you ma-a-a-a-de him feel He has nothing to hide! Like a Slytherin Plotting for the very first time Like a Sly-y-y-y-therin When your spells cast Both in time Like a Slytherin Feels so good inside When he hexes her And you take points from them, Ooh, ohhhh! ****INSTRUMENTAL. HOUSE-ELVES BREAK OUT INTO THE CAN-CAN***** Severus: He's so pure-blooded and he's mine He makes the house strong, yes he makes them bold Oh his ambition thawed out Yes your am-bi-i-i-tion thawed out What was scared and cold Like a Slytherin Plotting for the very first time Like a Sly-y-y-y-therin When your spells cast Both in time Like a Slytherin Feels so good inside When he hexes her And you take points from them When he hexes her And you take points from them Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, ooooooooooooooooh! Severus and Lucius: Like a Slytherin! [thecleric007]
(1) Hogsmeade Ave (includes bonus posters!) [Aerandir] (2) GILLYWEED (includes bonus posters!) [RogueSticks]
1) Do not drop your beater bat. 2) Protect your seeker at all costs. 3) Do not play if you are under the influence of a sleeping drought. 4) Always hit the bludger away from your team members. 5) Avoid playing with anything explosive in your pockets. 6) If you are not unconscious, do not stop playing. 7) If you are burping up anything more significant than bubbles, seek treatment before playing. 8) Never turn your back on an opponent team's beater. 9) Never use a Beater bat offered to you even by your own team members (it might be an opponent in disguise with polyjuice potion). 10) Always ensure that your Beater bat charm has not worn off. 11) If your seeker has been injured, take out the opposing team's keeper. 12) Do not fall off your broom, your team members need you conscious. 13) Check your broom for tampering before play begins. 14) Tuck a snack in your pocket in case of a long match. 15) Have a spare beater bat on the pitch in case emergencies. 16) Always have your wand ready to perform counter spells should the need arise. 17) Hit the bludger as hard as you possibly can, if you can get a two-handed hit do it. 18) Hit bludgers down when possible so that the seeker has a better chance of seeing it from his or her vantage point above the pitch. 19) Stay out of your keeper's line of sight unless preventing a bludger from hitting him/her. 20) The second most important play on your team is the keeper, keep him/her safe. 21) Know where both bludgers are at all times, no exceptions. 22) Never stop moving, it gives the bludgers a chance to get ahead of you. 23) Whenever possible aim for opposing team members. The more you knock unconscious, the greater your chances of winning. 24) If you notice the snitch near you, use your beater bat to knock it to your seeker. 25) Play fairly but play creatively, tricks and charms are good ways to gain an advantage. [Roguesticks]