Augusta Firesong and the tiara of Amylase chappie 1

A/N: this is my new story set in 2007, and its HP of course.  augusta is my new charactor, i hope you like her she’s kind of based on me.  Harry Potter was looking forward to meeting his new assistant Auror. He knew she was an American, and that she was very talented. Her name was Augusta Firesong. She walked through the door and smiled at him. She was beautiful. Her hair was long and silk, and bright red. Her skin was white as snow, and her eyes were golden amber. She was five foot five, and extremely skinny, though not anarexic. She wore a red mini dress, black fishnets, and red knee high dragon skin boots. Around her neck was a gold locket with her initials A.C.F, on it. She was eighteen, and Harry was in awe of her beauty.  “Hello, Mr. Potter! I’ve heard so much about you!”  She said. “You can call me Harry. You must be Augusta?””Yeah. I’m so happy to get to work with you! You’re my idol!” She said sheepishly. “I’m sure we’ll get along great. How do you liek London?” “It’s awesome! So much cooler than Conneticut where I’m from.” Harry and Augusta got to work. At the end of the day things were going to well Harry invited Augusta to go out to get pizza with him and Ron.”So, Augusta, is this your first job?” Ron asked. “Yeah, though I used to work as a model in the US. This is my first wizarding job though.””Where did you go to school?” Ron asked. “Salem Magic School.” She said. All of a sudden the song “Bring me to life” came on in the Pizza place. “Oh good it’s Evanescence I love them!” She said. “So, do I. ” Harry said.  “But my girlfriend Ginny’s not really into music.””Her loss.” Augusta said, and she smiled at Harry.   

poem- cut

a little dot of blood
on my wrist i bleed
from my flowing sliver knife
if i cried would
i  cut 

scars on my arms
my wrists
my soul
no one knows why i
cut 

amy lee’s voice
sing me to sleep
gothic clouds
sing my dreams
cry until i
cut 

i could end it
end it all
right now
this very second
if i just
cut  

an; so emo i know plz r&r i wanna know what u think!  

the death of crimsonia-more hp, but no ev! what was i thinking?

an: i’m as shocked as u are! i almost did… what i did in my immortal, but i couldn’t see harry doing that with hermione. maybe if it wer ginny or luna he would or even ron but not hermione.   “If I died would you still love me?” “I would love you until the end of eternity.”Harry remembered those words. He would never forget them. It was a dark stromy night. He could hear Hermione calling to him. He missed her. He had been walking home from work; it was a sunny day and he could do that. He walked into Hermione’s room, and saw her laying on the bed in a pool of blood, her wrists slit.  There was a funeral, Harry was too depressed to go. But now he wished he had. He wanted to say goodbye to her, his only love. He walked up to her grave, the rain pouring on him. It all came back to him.  “Do you like this one, Harry?” She held the black lace corset up to her chest. “Don’t you already have a black corset?”Harry asked. “You can never have too many black corsets!” Hermione giigled her long chesnut tresses flowing like water. “It is pretty cute. Go ahead, I’ll buy it for you.” “No you won’t! I’ve got money. You can buy me the hair dye!” “Are you sure you want to die your hair?” “Think how sexy it’ll look! I’ve always wanted purple hair!”   Harry cried. How young she had been, how full of life! He put some black roses on her grave. “I miss you.” He whispered.   

listen to the rain- more hp! ev songfic, of corse!

an; from the same series as even in death and imaginary, another ev songfic with hp. i love this one so much, its myfavroate next to my immortal.  Listen listenListen listenListen listenListen listenListen (listen) listen (listen)Listen (listen) listen (listen)Listen (listen) listen (listen)Listen listenGinny went up to the north tower. That was where she would go when it would rain. She could hear each raindrop fall from so high up. It was a small tower with only one room on the top. The room was small with a large window and a window seat. Ginny liked to look at the ground below, at the lake as the rain hit. Listen to each drop of rain (listen listen)AaahWhispering secrets in rain (listen listen)AaahFrantically searching for someone to hearThat story be more than it hidesPlease don’t let goShe would always take a cup of hot chocolate from the kitchen and just be alone. Ginny rarely got to be alone, with so many friends and brothers. She would sit for hours and watch the rain.Can’t we stay for a while?It’s just to hard to say goodbyeListen to the rainThe rain sounded like bells sounding softly form below. Ginny loved the rain. Even Luna and Hermione, her two closest friends didn’t know she would go up to the north tower when it rained.Aa…ahListen listen listen listen listen listen to the rainWeepingOo…ooh oooh ooh oo…oohOo…ooh oooh oh ohWhen it rained Hermione would go to the library and Luna would explore the castle searching for secret passage ways no one knew about. She had discovered a few. Ginny had her secret place and she had even decorated it to her tastes since no one else ever came up to the top floor. She had a blanket on the window seat and she put some of her books on the shelf.Listen (listen) listen (listen)Listen (listen) listenI stand alone in the storm (listen listen)Suddenly sweet words take hold(Listen listen)Ginny loved her secret hideaway. It was the only place in Hogwarts where Ginny could be alone.Hurry they say for you haven’t much timeOpen your eyes to the love around youYou may feel you’re aloneBut I’m here still with youYou can do what you dreamJust remember to listen to the rainSoon the rain stopped and Ginny left. Next time it rained she came back. Ginny went back down to her normal life, but she couldn’t wait for it to rain again.oo…ooh oh oh oh ohooh ooh oh oh ooohListen