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The world is a huge and undiscovered place, and human beings have discovered only a small part of it. While all of the humans all around the world are busy doing their business, a secret world that lies behind the waterfall is in total chaos.
A magical kingdom called the Yule Kingdom was the...
River Longbottom is a ambition filled, a tad shy, boyish, reserved, slightly forgetful, and beautiful Gryffindor girl who just wants to fit in. After meeting James Sirius Potter, a boy she met on the Hogwarts Express, she gets a feeling that she is crushing. Hard.
This story is not a true story, though I hope it will make yo spare a thought this Yule for those with nothing. They are everywhere, and some are the age of the characters in this story. Thankyou for reading, please leave a comment below.
Short Story | Updated Dec 15, 2012 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
This is a story about a young witch in her 4th year at Hogwarts. She gets asked to the yule ball by Draco Malfoy, but someone will do all it takes to get rid of her. I'll add more every so often. This is part 2 of this story! xx
This is a story about a young witch in her 4th year at Hogwarts. She gets asked to the yule ball by Draco Malfoy, but someone else will do all it takes to get her. I'll add more ever so often. xx
By Darryl Fabia
This time of year, good children get presents, but the bad children get Krampus.
This starts the day before the Yule Ball. I felt bad about the entire series ending, so I wanted to write a fan fiction involving Dramione & Hinny (: feedback is loved.
A/N ; I read 4 fan fictions and people were using names of the chapters as lyrics from songs, so I wanted to try it. This is...
Right this is my first post. Seeing as it's yule thought I'd write a small poem about it.
Poetry | Updated Dec 18, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Missing my husband and sharing the first snowball fight of the year with my son.
By Isabel Wordenklym
This is a christmas poem, only I don't celebrate christmas, I celebrate the Solstice.
Poetry | Updated Dec 3, 2007 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0