English potterfics!

I wrote this post for those who would like to write potterfics in English, so if you have any ideas go ahead! I should come up with one too, soon...

euuuuuuuh... I haven't any ideas for potterfics in english... it's VERY difficult ! English potterfics! Pampa

Here's mine:

Citation :: Hermione's cauldron was now boiling. Green, dusty-looking bubbles came to the surface of the liquid, and popped with a loud sound.

-I think it's finally ready, said Hermione.

Harry and Ron bent over it, waiting.

-I wish it will work, said Ron in a doubtfull tone.

-It sure will, said Hermione, rereading the whole recipe. I did everything it said, exactly the way it had to be done. It must now happen in a moment or two. I suppose it is a matter of...

Suddenly, the cauldron jumped on its feet, then turned on itslef faster and faster, spilling its content all around the room. They looked at it, aghast.

Finally, everything stopped.

-Hurray! said Harry, delighted. You've managed to perform the triple cheese pizza!

And the three of them spent the rest of the day eating pizza while half of the community was getting killed by the worst blood-thirsty dark wizard of all times.

I know, I know... I am amazing! English potterfics! Focul

WOW !!! I'm Impressed, really !!!

Aaah, I definitely am a genius. I have to admit that. English potterfics! Focul

Couldn't anyone else write an english potfic? Pleeez? English potterfics! Cry2

I've yet anything in project in french, I haven't some time to that ... Sorry My heart ...

It's all right my dear... (yark this sounds like a grandmother talking to her grand-son puker

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... my "dear" ??? ... wow ... I'm afraid !!! I am not 60-years-old !!!!

Citation :: I'm afraid !!! I am not 60-years-old !!!!

for what ?!? dear, it's "cheri", in french...
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Perhaps but, in English, it's an expression for the old ...

ak ok
sorry...

That's what I said. When I say "my dear", I sound like a grand-mother talking to her grand-son or something... puker

Hey I've got another:

Voldemort was entering the house. His high-pitched, cold laugh was echoing all over the place. He pointed his wand to Scrimgeour, who screamed like a ~~gril~~ girl.
'Avada Ked...'
But he stopped at mid-word when he saw Scrimgeour's niece enter the room, her long blonde hair floating behind her. 'Is that an angel?' thought Voldemort. His microscopic heart was pounding in his chest as it never did before. He wished he could look into her pale, huge blue eyes for ever and ever...

A month after...

Voldemort wasn't too sure if the grave yard was a very romantic place, but he could not find any better. His cheeks were almost as red as his eyes when he found the courage to face the woman behind him. He kneeled on the ground and took her arm.
'Will you marry me?' said Voldemort.
She merely laughed.
'You?' she said. 'You're much too ugly for me. Besides, wild murderers are not exactly my genre.'
Voldemort's shoulders lowered of deception.
'I will be your most obediant servant!' said Voldemort.
'Leave me away', said the girl with disdain.
She left him without a single look and disappeared from view.
'LUNA!!!' bellowed Voldemort. 'I LOVE YOU!'
But it was too late. Luna was gone.
'Then, there's only one thing left for me to do...'
Next morning, we could read in the newspapers:

HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED'S DEAD BODY FOUND IN A RIVER
The Auror Headquarters Suspects a Suicide
(see details on page 3)

THE END