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Post  Potteraholic Fri Jul 15, 2011 9:57 pm

These stats were first posted by Tazzygirl - Jun 10, 2006 3:40 am (#1620 of 2958) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Statistics for Story 19

ordered by first contribution to the story

User
# of Submissions
  Puck   59
  azi   36
  Julie Aronson   23
  Phelim Mcintyre   13
  Tazzygirl   64
  Finn BV   24
  Little Ginny   17
  Emily   1
  geauxtigers   21
  John.Bumbledore   6
  Miss Black   8
  virginiaelizabeth   12
  Snuffles   16
  Choices   2
  dobbyiscool   2
  Thora   1
  Mediwitch   1
  haymoni   1
The user in red is the rightful starter of the next story. They are welcome to pass on the privilege to the user who posted the second most number of times, who may in turn pass it to the user who posted the third number of times in the story, and so forth.

Total Submissions: 307
Total Words: 1535

Last Submission Date: #1611, June 9, 2006, 6:57 p.m. (Puck)

Total Time to Create Story: 2 days, 14 hours, 4 minutes.

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Post  Potteraholic Fri Jul 15, 2011 9:59 pm

These post-story comments were first posted by Potteraholic - Nov 23, 2010 11:51 pm (#2907 of 2977) [Edited Dec 24, 2010 12 am] on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

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Potty Five Words: "The Wedding"


This story was written from June 7, 2006 to June 9, 2006. Eighteen writers contributed to the story, which is 1,535 words long. Two of the eighteen writers posted feedback.


- virginiaelizabeth, Jun 10, 2006 3:48 am: AHHH that's the best one we've done yet!!



- Tazzygirl, Jun 10, 2006 3:58 am: Wow, we wrote a good story in two days! w00t!! 

I loved this story! You all did a fantastic job!






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Post  Potteraholic Fri Jul 15, 2011 10:01 pm

This story was first posted by Tazzygirl - Jun 13, 2006 7:26 am (#1889 of 2958) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "The Other Wedding"


Ginny stared into the mirror, her long red hair up in an elegant knot at the top of her head. Mrs. Weasley came in looking both happy and sad. She hugged Ginny and said, “Are you sure you’re ready to—”

“Yes, I am, Mum! I love Harry so much. He really is ‘The One’.” Ginny was nervous and excited.

Happy thoughts came as the ceremony quickly approached. Everyone was coming to the wedding via Apparition and would be arriving at the Burrow around 5:00 that evening. The ceremony would take place in the garden, the gnomes thrown out before hand. Pretty blue ribbons had been hung all over the gate and doves bewitched to circle the happy couple.
Certain people had been sent letters, asking them not to come, especially Cho Chang and Dean Thomas. Percy and the Dursleys were invited, but the Dursleys sent their regrets and not even a pair of old socks. The letter should have never been sent. Ginny knew that it was the right thing to at least ask them. She would have been shocked if they came, but she wanted to be proper. Percy again failed at the chance to redeem himself.

Mr. Weasley wandered around humming as he pinned boutonnières on the groomsmen. He was very happy to have Harry officially join their family and for Ginny to provide them with red-headed grandchildren. Mrs. Weasley was pleased that she was adding yet another wonderful wizard to her close-nit group. In her opinion, she just needed another person to worry about day and night.

George entered the room and showed Ron how he had decorated the garden with some squirting flowers. Ron wiped his hand on a big yellow pillow next to Ginny’s bed. “Thanks, mate.”

“No problem,” chuckled Harry. “Let’s go to the ceremony. I have to marry your little sister. Are you sure you are OK with it?”

“Well,” said Ron, “If she loves you, and is happy, I’m OK with it. As long as Hermione and I can come to your place as much as we want! Now let’s get ready and find your bride.”

They went down to the kitchen, seeing no sign of Ginny or Hermione. Remus Lupin stood up and shook Harry’s hand. Severus Snape stepped forward and gave Harry the watch Dumbledore had left behind after his death.

“He left this to me, but I felt you should have it. You deserve it.” Harry accepted the watch gratefully, and nodded quietly.

Mrs. Weasley rushed forward and ushered Harry outside to get in place for the ceremony. Harry looked at Neville, who was sitting with Luna. Her hair had been done especially and was filled with singing song birds. Neville looked slightly embarrassed by his wife. Grinning, Harry looked around again and saw George and his wife, Alicia, sitting at the back of the garden, laughing at Fred, who was teasing his fiancée Katie Bell.

“Attention, everyone! We are about to begin the ceremony. Please have a seat!”

Harry stood, looking at the crowd, knots starting to form in his stomach. He thought back to when he had first seen Ginny. She was so funny, the way she had acted shy. Had he known that she was special then, he definitely would not have waited until his sixth year to go out with her.

As he scanned the crowd, the music started. Hermione walked toward them, the happiest matron of honor possible. Hermione kept smiling as she got closer, her eyes on Ron as the music changed at the moment Ginny appeared in the garden, her dress spread out behind her with the lovely white lace forming a sort of elegant ground cover. The veil on her head covered her curls. She looked angelic. Beside her was the bridesmaid. Ginny had asked Fleur to be it, as she was now a part of the Weasley family. Both had become closer than Ginny had expected, especially during the difficult time of Voldemort’s reign of terror.

Harry watched Ginny walking towards the altar, excitement bubbling inside him. She reached him and smiled. There was silence as Mr. Weasley kissed her on the cheek and gave her a hug. Ginny turned and found herself drowning in Harry’s warm smile and knew he was meant for her. They joined hands and turned towards the minister.

“I love you.” They both said at the same time.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the marriage of these two people. Their love has withstood dark and—” Unable to wait, Ginny stamped her foot and then kissed Harry.

“Marry us, already! I can’t wait much longer!”

“Ginny, calm down, we ARE—”

“Well - do you take this man—”

“I do!” Harry looked at Ginny with surprise at the way she was rushing their long awaited ceremony.

“Do you, Harry James Potter, take Ginerva Molly Weasley to be your lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold, through sickness and health, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” Harry grinned down at Ginny as he said his vows. She looked anxious, but was relieved when love could be clearly seen in his eyes.

“Wait! She’s not Ginny! Haaaaarrrry! NO!” Harry turned around to see another Ginny running towards him, her dress dirty and torn. “She drugged me! The next thing I knew, I woke up in the attic, with the ghoul breathing in my face! She’s Romilda Vane!”

“Harry, don’t listen to her, it’s me, Ginny!” Harry glanced from one to the other, wondering what he should do. Fred jumped up to the altar in a flash, and asked Bride Ginny what Harry’s secret name for her was. She stared at him blankly.

“See! I knew it! You are Romilda!” The tattered Ginny ran up and punched the imposter in the face shouting, “That will teach you for trying to take my husband from me!” Blood spurted onto the white dress as Romilda fell to the floor, whimpering in pain. Ignoring her, Ginny turned to Harry, nothing but love in her eyes. “Shall we start again?”

“Wait, how do I know you are really my Ginny?”

Ginny thought, then said, “Well, how many girls do you think want to marry you?”

Harry considered this, and then grinned; realizing only the true love for him was here. “Let’s get hitched,” he smiled.

They turned to face the minister, who seemed amazingly unfazed by the whole episode. He went through the vows once again, and finally pronounced them wizard and witch. “You may kiss the bride!” he exclaimed. Harry happily obliged!

The reception was extremely enjoyable, as Fred had booked the Weird Sisters to play. George had provided magical fireworks. Unfortunately, some exploded on the wedding cake, something large hitting Harry in the head. After wiping the cake from his eyes, he surveyed the cakes. A hand wave later, the cake was restored. It was properly cut shortly after.

Harry and Ginny were dancing the wedding waltz after the ceremony, when Mr. Weasley had given them his special gift of spark plugs. Mrs. Weasley shed some tears of joy when Harry gave her the first piece of cake. George and Fred were entertaining the wedding guests with their extra festive shenanigans, when suddenly the clouds moved in and lightening and thunder started to flash and boom threateningly. Harry felt a chill, and looked over to see the twins throwing hexes in different directions. Harry laughed. This had been part of his plan to distract everyone while he snuck Ginny off to their honeymoon.






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Post  Potteraholic Fri Jul 15, 2011 10:05 pm

These stats were first posted by Tazzygirl - Jun 13, 2006 7:39 am (#1890 of 2958) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Statistics for Story 20

ordered by first contribution to the story

User
# of Submissions
  Tazzygirl   51
  geauxtigers   21
  virginiaelizabeth   18
  John.Bumbledore   6
  TwinklingBlueEyes   1
  azi   29
  Julie Aronson   12
  Puck   53
  Phelim Mcintyre   4
  Choices   1
  Mediwitch   20
  Miss Black   10
  Little Ginny   10
  Jewel   11
  dobbyiscool   1
The user in red is the rightful starter of the next story. They are welcome to pass on the privilege to the user who posted the second most number of times, who may in turn pass it to the user who posted the third number of times in the story, and so forth.

Total Submissions: 248

Total Words: 1240
Last Submission Date: #1877, June 12, 2006, 6:07 P.M. (John.Bumbledore)
Total Time to Create Story: 2 days, 21 hours, 9 minutes.

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Post  Potteraholic Sat Jul 16, 2011 8:02 am

These post-story comments were first posted by Potteraholic - Nov 23, 2010 11:51 pm (#2908 of 2977) [Edited Dec 24, 2010 1 pm] on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Post-Story Comments for Story #20, Volume II,
Potty Five Words: "The Other Wedding"




This story was written from June 10, 2006 to June 12, 2006. Fifteen writers contributed to the story, which is 1,240 words long. Three of the fifteen writers posted feedback.


- Tazzygirl, Jun 13, 2006 7:45 am: All right! This was a pretty good story (and how many train wrecks did we manage to get into??)! On a scale of one to ten, (ten being super cheesy and awesome!) I give this story an 8! Loved it!



- azi, Jun 13, 2006 10:22 am: I think this story was better than the Ron and Hermione one. 



- Julie Aronson, Jun 13, 2006 10:30 am: I liked this one a lot, too!






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Post  Potteraholic Sat Jul 16, 2011 8:03 am

This story was first posted by Tazzygirl - Jun 21, 2006 4:16 am (#2209 of 2958) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "Luna’s Mission"


The bottle of Felix Felicis had remained, undisturbed, on her dressing table for months. Dust outlined a distinctively shaped void where the bottle had stood just a few hours before. Sunlight streamed through the windows.

Yes, today would turn out great, amazing, fantastic! She knew she would finally prove that Severus Snape was on the Order’s side, or her name wasn’t Luna Lovegood. No one believed that she could prove he was not a slimy filthy Death Eater but she was determined to clear his name. She was certain, unlike the Grey- Spotted Snaglehack, to find concrete evidence. Harry and the other D.A. members had used Felix Felicis in order to fight the Death Eaters during the break. They had all survived, and had managed to capture more Death Eaters than anyone would have ever imagined. But still, all good things end, and it was time for the truth to be unveiled upon the whole international wizarding community.

Luna grinned inwardly as she dreamed of the day ahead. She was ecstatically happy today, because today, she would finally be able to prove the truth. Instinctively, she knew where she would have to start her investigation immediately. She gathered her materials and set off on her mission via Thestral.

The odd, horse-like creatures always hung out in the forest behind her house. Carrying raw meat, she approached cautiously so as not to surprise them. Instinctively, she knew not to call out. She waited quietly and in the distance heard rustling in the bushes. A centaur passed by, unaware of Luna’s gaze. He was carrying a crossbow and a small compass. He ran northwest, towards a small clearing Luna remembered. She decided it would be safer now, to move away from the woods.

She skipped towards Hagrid’s cabin. As she approached it, she heard something. It was a rustle of leaves. Something big was coming towards her. Luna knew it was an ominous sign to run into a giant before embarking upon a quest. Luckily, she knew that Felix was on her side tonight.

Luna looked to her right. A Thestral was approaching through a tangle of branches. She hopped on and it rose into the air. She felt the wind in her face. She looked down as the landscape sped beneath her. Within thirty minutes a dirty river appeared below and strangely enough, Luna saw that the river formed the letter S. This was perfect! She landed near the river and smoothly dismounted from the Thestral. She looked around and saw there was a light coming from a house nearby. It was Snape’s house.

Luna started walking towards his house. She was ready to give him the opportunity to put the record straight and nothing would prevent her from doing so. She reached the front door. Snape was speaking to someone inside. Luna instinctively listened with the Extendable Ear Ginny had given her yesterday. Ginny did not believe Luna’s theory, but decided to help her. She had also given Luna some Instant Darkness Powder to hide her if Death Eaters were near.

The voice sounded worried and hushed, as if an attack was imminent. Luna suddenly felt an urgent need to relieve herself, so she went searching for a place to do so. She found a large bush. When she finished her business, she was feeling much better, so she tip-toed back to the door and let out a sigh.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise coming from Luna’s left. Three figures had Apparated in a line, and were all looking extremely nervous. “Okay- eggs, toilet paper, shaving cream, water balloons… I think we need to cast a spell so no one will know we were here! Okay, let’s go!” Luna watched as the group sprung into action. Each person grabbed a handful of something and got ready to use it against Snape’s darling little house. They filled water balloons, shook shaving cream cans, and juggled eggs. “I hope those eggs are jumbo sized! The bigger the egg, the bigger the splotch!” Luna watched in horror as the marauders proceeded to make a move around the back of the house, to get a better view of the living area. Luna stood there, not knowing what to do. Should she try to stop them or join the fun? But then she would lose all of her shaving cream.

Finally, she remembered her mission was to see if Snape wanted to prove his innocence and sent a charm towards the delinquents. She heard their bodies thud against the ground as he charm took effect. She then glanced at the faces to see who she had stunned.

She was shocked to see that one of the kids had a Death Eater mask on her face. The other two were lying face down in mud, but were dressed in an odd assortment of clothes. Luna felt right at home! She moved closer to the three and pulled back the girl’s mask. It was Pansy Parkinson! Luna gasped! “Oh it’s you, wait- then who are these two?” she wondered. She pulled the other masks off and was astounded to see the figures were even more of her classmates- Crabbe and Goyle! This was not really so surprising as Pansy was dating Draco and he controlled those idiots. What she saw in him, Luna could never imagine. There’s no accounting for taste.

Suddenly a light flicked on inside. Snape stepped outside and glared at the scene before him. With his hands on his hips, he strode towards Luna. Feeling lucky, Luna stood her ground and pointed to the unmasked people on the floor.

“They were trashing your office, sir, and then came here and I hexed them and…”

“Stop rambling, girl!” snapped Snape. “How did you know I lived here?!” spat Snape. Luna gave Snape a small grin.

“Oh, don’t worry about that now, sir!” she said. “I came to help. Who were you talking to earlier? I could hear your voice when I arrived on the back porch. The voice was familiar, but I can’t quite place whose voice it was.”

Snape hissed, “Mind your—”

“Dumbledore! That’s who it is! Dumbledore is here! Mind if I come inside?” without waiting for a reply, Luna opened the door and entered the house. “Hello Professor Dumbledore! So nice to see you! What are you doing here?”

Dumbledore looked at Luna in mild surprise. “What— I could ask you the same question, Miss Lovegood.” Dumbledore said.

“I, uh, was just coming to check up on Professor Snape’s Purple Lurkle Turtle. I heard that he was having problems feeding him powdered Snorkackle horns. I wanted to tell him that he needs to feed it mixed with essence of murtlap and a dab of ketchup. Works every time.” Luna smiled.

“How thoughtful!” Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled behind his half-moon glasses.

“She’s lying! I’ve never HEARD of ‘Lurkle Turtles’!” hissed Snape. “You, Miss Lovegood, are lying. Come on, tell me what you are doing here!”

“Why fake your death, Professor Dumbledore, when you could have kept the Aurors from accusing Snape? Now what do you think everyone will say about you?” Luna was staring intently at Snape.

He smirked and said, “I would expect nothing less from you, Miss Lovegood. Now, Dumbledore, what is it that you came to tell me?”

“Oh, yes. Miss Lovegood, would you be so kind as to give us a minute? All will be revealed soon.” Luna nodded and stepped into the kitchen. “Pumpkin juice? I think there might be some in here.” Dumbledore offered.

“Lovely! I’d like some biscuits, too.” She said, feeling lucky. She sat down on a ratty old chair and smiled pleasantly.

Snape sneered at her while twirling a lock of greasy hair round his fingers. “Well, we’d best get back into the sitting room, in order to discuss our important matter at our leisure. It is more private. Stay put, Miss Lovegood!”

The men left the room and Luna pulled out her Extendable Ear. As the Ear slipped under the door, Dumbledore shot a warning glance at her. “You will hear what I feel you need to know. Severus, does Lord Voldemort have any idea of what our plan is?”

“No, sir, he does not. I have convinced him you are truly dead. He has finally stopped questioning me. He was relentless, but I was able to curb his insistence. Have you finished your undercover work for the Order?” Snape lowered his head.

“Not as of yet, but I’m making progress. Anyway, as long as I am around, we cannot fail.” Severus nodded.

“Of course, our secret remains so, and hopefully this will continue. If the truth is to be told, we need to exercise caution.”

They both agreed and then quietly walked out the door. Luna instinctively felt that she was no longer needed. Of course, she would have to keep it quiet that Professor Dumbledore was still alive, and therefore, would have to either not say anything or put the Order in jeopardy. Humming serenely, Luna started home.






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Post  Potteraholic Sat Jul 16, 2011 8:04 am

These stats were first posted by Tazzygirl - Jun 21, 2006 4:18 am (#2211 of 2958) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Statistics for Story 21

ordered by first contribution to the story

User
# of Submissions
  Puck   53
  John.Bumbledore   6
  azi   59
  Thora   2
  Tazzygirl   46
  Julie Aronson   38
  Miss Black   14
  virginiaelizabeth   29
  geauxtigers   34
  Mediwitch   13
  haymoni   7
  Good Evans   3
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Total Submissions: 304
Total Words: 1520
Last Submission Date: #2200, June 20, 2006, 11:59 A.M. (Good Evans)
Total Time to Create Story: 7 days, 6 hours, 47 minutes.






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Post  Potteraholic Sat Jul 16, 2011 8:06 am

These post-story comments were first posted by Potteraholic - Nov 23, 2010 11:52 pm (#2909 of 2977) [Edited Dec 26, 2010 4 am] on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Post-Story Comments for Story #21, Volume II,
Potty Five Words: "Luna’s Mission"


This story was written from June 13, 2006 to June 20, 2006. Twelve writers contributed to the story, which is 1,520 words long. Two of the twelve writers posted feedback.



- Tazzygirl, Jun 21, 2006 4:27 am: Good job everyone! This story was pretty good! 



- virginiaelizabeth2, Jun 21, 2006 5:18 am: I liked this story!






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Post  Potteraholic Sat Jul 16, 2011 8:07 am

This story was first posted by Tazzygirl - Jun 27, 2006 8:10 am (#2485 of 2958) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "Grawp’s Night of Confusion"


Thunder and lightning crashed around Grawp as he carried Hagrid out of the Forbidden Forest. Streaming tears mingled with rain as he ran toward the gates, trying to flee from the centaurs who had chosen to revolt against the wizarding world, and their prejudice ways. Hagrid had thought he could persuade them that not all wizards were closed-minded, but they were not listening. Hagrid had been trying to mediate an argument based on what Dumbledore would have treated them like, but to no avail. He had tried to explain that Umbridge was an extreme and rare case of prejudice but Bane quickly rallied the centaurs against Hagrid and attempted to drive him away by shooting arrows. Hagrid had been hit, and was bleeding from the chest when Grawp had found him. Grawp had knocked down several centaurs in his rush to save Hagrid.

Grawp finally made it to the gates, when a sudden flash of lightning illuminated a figure at the back of the grounds. It was hard to tell who it was, but they seemed to be running in terror. Suddenly, lightning crashed down on them. The weather was getting worse. Grawp was growing frightened and he accidentally squeezed Hagrid, who groaned in pain. Grawp dropped Hagrid in nervous haste and ducked as lightning appeared, striking the nearest tree. It split in two and slowly began to spark and smolder. Rain started pouring down and drowned out the sound of screaming emitting from the person who Grawp had seen a few moments ago.

“Good thing yer were ‘ere to help me, Grawpy!” Hagrid mumbled, appreciatively. Grawp looked at Hagrid and beamed. He was clearly not in a right state of mind, but he knew that Grawp would save him.

Grawp managed to get Hagrid up to the castle and inside, but got stuck in the main doors- he hadn’t expected to get stuck, so he backed up trying to figure out how to squeeze his way through. A voice behind Grawp caused him to jump and smack his head on the ceiling. He turned to see a short man standing with an umbrella held over his head. He looked up at Grawp and said “What do you think you are doing? You are breaking and entering! What have you done with Hagrid? He is severely in need of medical—”

Grawp lowered Hagrid who grunted and cut the man off. “Me help Hagger.” Flitwick looked puzzled for a brief second. “Who is Hagger? What happened to him?” Compared to Grawp,
Flitwick looked like an ant, waiting to be crushed. Grawp pointed to his ‘big’ brother.

“Dat Hagger!” Flitwick blinked. “Oh, you mean Hagrid!” He waved his wand and the doors opened. Another wave and Hagrid floated into the castle and towards Madam Pomfrey, who could at least make Hagrid comfortable and stop the pain. Grawp was unsure whether he could follow, being so large, but Flitwick smiled reassuringly and motioned for Grawp to follow. Once inside, the castle seemed to shrink, trapping Grawp in the entrance.

“Do not struggle, no harm will come to you,” demanded Flitwick. He raised his wand and muttered an incantation.

“An excellent ploy, Filius,” said a nastily sweet voice from behind Grawp.

Dolores Umbridge stepped out of the shadows. She eyed him through her small beady frog-like face. “Now you are in big trouble. It’s time you learn your place! MacNair, we can’t have you messing with Pygmy Puffs! Come help rid the world of one ugly giant!”

“But these Puffs are causing the Ministry lots of confusion. We can’t stand to have them overpopulate the country! What are we going to do? Crookshanks, come sniff out the intruder for hidden Pygmies!

“Hold on,” chirped Flitwick. “I don’t think this is necessary. Grawp was simply trying to help his brother.” Flitwick glared at Umbridge. “Is your task more important than everyone else’s? Of course, you Ministry officials lack both tact and intelligence!” Flitwick sent a stunning spell at MacNair and then another at Umbridge. She fell with a satisfying thud to the floor. A trapdoor opened and Umbridge vanished. Flitwick smiled grimly, and then went to the infirmary.

Meanwhile, the House-Elves were busy tying Umbridge to the Whomping Willow. Dolores screamed as a herd of centaurs came thundering into view. They charged Percy Weasley, who had run to save Umbridge, afraid she would be injured. Percy was being tossed about like a rag doll. His glasses had fallen off and had been smashed under hoof. Umbridge was screaming loudly by this point, as centaurs circled her.

One stopped right in front of her and said, “Human, you are a disgusting, foul, pathetic creature that hardly deserves to breathe the clean, pure air. I don’t want to ever see you in this place again!” The Whomping Willow then unfroze and started to attack the centaurs who weren’t sure how to handle the enchanted tree, so they walked away, leaving the tree to finish what it started with Dolores. Suddenly, Umbridge began flailing as she fought the tree.

Grawp laughed at the pink bow bobbing back and forth. “Froggy funny! Hagger, look!” He turned and picked Hagrid up to show him Umbridge.

“Serves her right, the ruddy cow!”

Madam Pomfrey bustled in. “Hagrid, into bed! You shouldn’t over-exert yourself!”

MacNair and Percy watched helplessly as a strange licking pattern appeared on their arms and legs. “Aaaarrrgh!” screamed Percy. “What is licking me? Get it away!”

MacNair looked onwards as the Thestrals carried on licking. After years of disposing of Muggles and creatures, the Thestrals would now dispose of MacNair. Cursing under his breath, MacNair tried to escape, but was completely surrounded by this point.

Between Umbridge and Weasley’s screams, Grawp did not know what to do, so he left them to it, and sat down with a bag of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans. It was quite a show! Even Hagrid wanted to watch, but instead went to the kitchens, as his medicine made him hungry. There he found a large double chocolate cake with rainbow sprinkles on top! He cut himself a huge piece and ate it.

Outside, Percy and MacNair could be heard, as their screams echoed through the Forbidden Forest. Suddenly huge spiders charged forward towards them, pincers ready to swoop down upon them. But, to their extreme surprise, a Basilisk suddenly slithered along and Petrified the spiders! Fortunately, it Petrified Percy and MacNair as well, and the Whomping Willow even struggled to maintain its grip.

When they were finally able to sort everything out, Peeves came bounding in, just to create extra chaos to the scene. Grawp quickly disposed of him; however he dropped Hagrid twelve feet above the ground. Fortunately, he was Okay.

“STOP!” yelled Madam Pomfrey. “You’ll only make things worse than they already are.”

Then Grawp said, “What wrong with Hagger?”

Madam Pomfrey looked at him. “He has just been hit with several arrows, for one thing. And for another, you just barged in here like you live here. Hagrid needs quite a quiet environment. I suggest you let him rest.”

Grawp frowned, waved goodbye to Hagrid, and walked out the door, wondering what he should do next. He stumbled on something at his feet. He looked down, and noticed Fang whimpering and licking at a wound. Grawp looked at the castle, turned around, and stormed back towards Hagrid’s hut, Fang in the lead.

When he reached the hut, he followed Fang inside and was shocked to see how tidy it was. Two pointed ears were showing just above the chair where Hagrid would usually sit and read the Daily Prophet. Then, the creature in the chair leapt forward like a lion, eventually landing on Fang, who yelped loudly and hid behind Grawp.

Kreacher muttered, “Half-Breed’s animal isn’t very brave, is he?” Fang leapt to his feet and bit Kreacher’s head off.

“Fang do good!” said Grawp. They had tea and the rest is history!







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Post  Potteraholic Sat Jul 16, 2011 8:08 am

These stats were first posted by Tazzygirl - Jun 27, 2006 8:10 am (#2486 of 2958) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Statistics for Story 22

ordered by first contribution to the story

User
# of Submissions
  azi   57
  Puck   47
  Phelim Mcintyre   31
  Good Evans   5
  Julie Aronson   16
  Tazzygirl   22
  Mediwitch   4
  geauxtigers!   31
  virginiaelizabeth2   31
  haymoni   5
  dobbyiscool   3
  Regan of Gong   2
  Snuffles   2
  Finn BV   9
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Total Submissions: 265
Total Words: 1325
Last Submission Date: #2482, June 26, 2006, 9:33 P.M. (virginiaelizabeth2)
Total Time to Create Story: 5 days, 18 hours, 42 minutes.






These post-story comments were first posted by Potteraholic - Nov 23, 2010 11:52 pm (#2910 of 2977) [Edited Dec 26, 2010 4 am] on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

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Potty Five Words: "Grawp’s Night of Confusion "




This story was written from June 21, 2006 to June 27, 2006. Fourteen writers contributed to the story, which is 1,325 words long. Six of the fourteen writers posted feedback.



- Tazzygirl, Jun 27, 2006 8:22 am: Wow- we managed to get rid of MacNair, Umbridge, Percy, AND Kreacher all in one night! Awesome!! 



- Snuffles, Jun 27, 2006 8:49 am: I enjoyed reading that story I contributed once , I think I shall have to make up for it this time 



- azi, Jun 27, 2006 10:26 am: Nice dark story, with a random ending.

- geauxtigers!, Jun 27, 2006 4:30 pm: I liked that story it was totally random! 



- Finn BV, Jun 27, 2006 10:20 pm: Anyway, enjoyable story, quite wacky. 



- Mediwitch, Jun 29, 2006 12:51 am: Hello all! That last story was verrrrryyy interesting! Sorry I missed out on participating in most of that one!





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This story was first posted by Finn BV - Jul 3, 2006 5:13 pm (#2777 of 2958) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "Harry's Night of Confusion"


Music wafted from the Great Hall. The excitement had reached fever pitch as the Weird Sisters played their final song. Everyone, including Professor Trelawney, got on the dance floor to shake their booties to the ground. The celebrations were held in honor of Professor McGonagall and her promotion to the Over 60’s Witches and Warlocks Transfiguration Impressiveness and Greatness Association. She had been awarded it for her dedication to Transfiguration Studies, Theories and Practices. She had accepted the award and now the whole school was showing that they were proud of her. Even Filch was complimenting her for a change.

The house-elves had outdone themselves by cleaning every available inch of the Great Hall. The floor shone so brightly the partiers could see the skid marks left when Filch unassumingly ran on the freshly polished floor. The food was spectacularly laid out. As everyone ate hungrily, Dumbledore stood up and began the toasts. “My first words tonight will be Nitwit, Blubber, Oddment and Tweak! And a new word: Gabardine, which means closely woven cotton. I hope you all use it many times, to show your loyalty to me. And now, let us dance the night away!”

Dumbledore took McGonagall’s hand and they danced elegantly to the school song, sung slowly by Fred and George, accompanied by a chorus of little house-elves wearing giant, bright tea cozies. They looked very funny, as house-elves didn’t normally sing, or wear bright clothes. This was a special occasion so they decided to dress themselves up.

In the corner of the hall stood a towering figure who looked at the tableau with teary eyes. It was Mad-Eye Moody. He was finally back to normal from the duel he had fought with Rodolphus Lestrange several weeks ago, and certainly looked worse for it. He had a pair of horns growing on his shoulders, but that wasn’t what drew attention to him. Instead, it was the swirling cloud of multicolored bats flying around his head and in and out of his cloak. No one could think of how to get close enough to dance with him. Mrs. Norris was watching him intently, but when Crookshanks came along she turned and hissed at him. She was also still keeping one yellow eye on Moody. After his last attempt to dance those ridiculous ’60s dance moves, she didn’t dare look away.

Unnoticed by Ginny, Harry snuck away from the party to see if everything was ready. He walked up the stairs to the first floor landing, stopping to make sure Peeves wasn’t waiting to drop his usual ink pellets on the first unsuspecting passer-by. He continued up the stairs cautiously, but Peeves wasn’t there. He reached the seventh floor and walked towards the blank stretch of wall, thinking, “I need a place to decorate for Ginny. We need it to be full of Chocolate Frogs, and ice cream.” He glanced at the wall: a door had appeared just in time. Footsteps were approaching, and he jumped into the room, closing the door. The room was full with all Ginny’s favorite things – Chocolate Frogs, Extendable Ears and a cute toy Pygmy Puff.

Harry smiled as he carried on searching for what he really wanted. Finally, he reached over and grabbed the item. He put it into his pocket, turned and noticed a shining light underneath the door in the corridor. Cautiously he stepped out underneath his invisibility cloak. There, on the floor, was a beautiful glowing sphere, showing pictures of Harry. From baby to teenager, the pictures changed, some had Hermione and Ron; others showed his parents, smiling and waving.

Harry kneeled down and picked the sphere up. The moment his fingers closed around the sphere he felt a wave of energy sweep through him, making his hair curl. The picture changed to show a darker image: a graveyard with a screaming Harry, writhing in pain. He dropped the sphere and stared down at Voldemort’s face. Harry shuddered as he remembered what had happened. He tried to think of anything, but his mind kept going back to that image. His curiosity surfaced again and he looked once more.

This time he felt his legs fall through the floor and dissolve into a swirl of lights and sound. Harry found himself standing in an empty room, with dark curtains draped in an untidy manner. Harry drew out his wand, ready to face whatever or whoever had done this. Nothing happened, which unnerved Harry. He looked suspicious. Suddenly, an invisible arm appeared and encased his wrist, pulling him towards a mirror, which was situated next to a dirty fireplace. Harry frantically tried to use his wand to stop, but the arm gave a persistent tug and Harry fell forward, unsure of what was happening. He was finally brought to a strange, dark place.

Harry looked around and saw that he seemed to be floating in the darkness of outer space. He seemed to be in that planet room. Luna did not seem surprised that Harry had all of a sudden remembered this. She had told him once, in a prophecy, that they would meet in here. The air was thin and filled with stars. Harry gazed in awe, not knowing why he was here or how he would get back to Ginny. He turned to look back, wanting to return but also captivated by what he saw around him. He felt weightless — and oddly free. It would be so easy just to drift away and forget about everything, but he suddenly realized that he needed to concentrate and force his way down to Ginny. He thought about how best to accomplish this. Perhaps if he thought really hard or jumped it would work.

Harry thought, I need to get back to Hogwarts. He then spun hard to the left, only to lose his balance and fall into floating again. It seemed as if he’d be there forever. All of a sudden, he felt himself sinking back to the Room of Requirement. His feet his solid ground. Harry stood up thinking, What on earth happened then? He shook his head, trying to make sense of what had occurred. Suddenly he heard footsteps echoing through the corridor. He froze, listening as the visitor came closer and closer. The doorknob creaked as the young witch entered the blackness. “Tonks? I was expecting Ginny.”

“Harry, since you left, the world has turned upside down!”

“Well, I’d return, but it seems my feet are glued to the floor here; can you pull me out?” Tonks waved her wand and Harry became unstuck. “So,” he began, thinking of what to say. “How do you mean, ‘upside down’? Is that even possible?”

“Well, if you enter this universe, the other one flips upside down,” said Tonks.

Now Harry had an idea. “If I go back and try to get into the planet room, I’ll see if it will change things back to the present. I need to see if I can get back. Harry turned to Tonks. “Can you tell me how to get back to the real world? Ginny is in the Great Hall waiting for me. She saw me slip out and she’ll be wondering what’s taking me.”

Harry stepped out of the Room of Requirement in a puff of green smoke. Everything was back to normal as he set off toward the Hall looking for Ginny. When he arrived, he saw Ginny running over to meet him. She had a frightened look upon her face. “Harry! Where have you been? It’s Ron, you must come and see if you can get him. He was hit by Venus when the universe flipped, and knocked into Ursa Minor, says Firenze. You are going to laugh! His ears are two feet long! He tried to curse Malfoy, but, well, long story. Come on, let’s go congratulate McGonagall.”

They walked towards the Great Hall, forgetting Ron, and approached McGonagall.

“Congratulations, Professor!” said Harry.

McGonagall looked down at him. “Thanks, Potter.”

Harry turned to Ron, who had a very strange look on his face. “I’m confused,” said Ron.

“Me too,” said Harry. “I’ve been confused the entire night! I was here, then I wasn’t… bit weird. Chocolate frog?” Ron accepted and they headed up to the Gryffindor Tower.






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Post  Potteraholic Sat Jul 16, 2011 9:38 am

These stats were first posted by Finn BV - Jul 3, 2006 5:18 pm (#2778 of 2958) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Statistics for Story 23

ordered by first contribution to the story

User
# of Submissions
  Phelim Mcintyre   11
  Snuffles   32
  azi   41
  Julie Aronson   22
  geauxtigers!   47
  Tazzygirl   17
  dobbyiscool   1
  Puck   22
  virginiaelizabeth2   48
  Good Evans   9
  Finn BV   13
  Mediwitch   7
  haymoni   1
  Regan of Gong   5
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Total Submissions: 276

Total Words: 1380

Last Submission Date: #2768, July 2, 2006, 9:17 P.M. (virginiaelizabeth2)
Total Time to Create Story: 5 days, 13 hours, 34 minutes.






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Post  Potteraholic Sat Jul 16, 2011 9:43 am

These post-story comments were first posted by Potteraholic - Nov 23, 2010 11:52 pm (#2911 of 2977) [Edited Dec 26, 2010 4:32 am on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Post-Story Comments for Story #23, Volume II,
Potty Five Words: "Harry’s Night of Confusion "

This story was written from June 27, 2006 to July 2, 2006. Fourteen writers contributed to the story, which is 1,380 words long. Two of the fourteen writers posted feedback.



- Mediwitch, Jul 3, 2006 10:31 pm: Well done on the last story - I was pretty confused but you guys did a super job making sense of it! 



- Finn BV, Jul 4, 2006 1:34 am: Just read the story (finally!)… I really like the ending! Harry goes for Ron and not Ginny in the end. (I mean, he'd rather be with his best mate than his girlfriend.) Cute!






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Post  Potteraholic Sat Jul 16, 2011 9:51 am

This story was first posted by Tazzygirl - Jul 6, 2006 11:38 pm (#2937 of 2958) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "Dudley’s Birthday Party"


It was Dudley’s seventeenth birthday. Harry was under strict orders to keep out of the way, and especially not to ruin the cake by dropping it; in fact, if he should do such a thing he would not be let out of his room for at least a year. He thought he might sneak down and try to hex the cake, but he really wanted to have a piece after Dudley finished.

Gordon, Malcolm, and Piers were coming to Dudley’s party and Harry hid a smug grin. He didn’t want them to come, but his plot would not be disrupted by anyone. He thought it over and couldn’t wait to begin. First, he would wear his polka-dotted hat atop the Invisibility Cloak. He heard the doorbell ring as Aunt Marge entered.

“One, two —,” he said.

“Harry!”

Harry groaned. He didn’t want to fetch her bags again. Slowly, he trudged downstairs towards the loud racket Marge was making. Ripper was chasing a ball that Marge had thrown. Aunt Petunia looked horrified at the potential mess this would make on the carpet. Harry collected the suitcase and heaved it upstairs to the bedroom. There, he put on the Cloak and waited for the party to begin.

Hedwig landed on the nightstand and hooted approvingly at Harry. Harry grinned at her. “Almost time, Hedwig,” he said, feeding the owl some treats.

“Harry!” shouted Aunt Petunia. “Come down here now. Dudders is opening his presents.” Harry put on his Cloak again, and the hat, and proceeded to carefully walk towards the top of the stairs. Slowly he crept down, making as little noise as possible. Piers was the first to arrive, so Harry figured he’d be the first victim. Grinning, he stole within inches of the still rat-faced boy and whispered in his ear, “I know something about you!” Piers screamed shrilly and jumped so high his head managed to bang into the large grandfather clock on the wall, smashing the glass and causing Aunt Petunia to shriek loudly. She rushed to clean up the mess when she spied a hat floating in mid-air. She screamed and ran as fast as she could, calling for Uncle Vernon. Harry dashed to the stairs quickly, hoping to get back before Aunt Petunia figured out what had happened. He closed the door, pulled the hat and the cloak off and hid it under the loose floorboard. He was off the hook! Or so he thought.

“Get down here now, boy!” Uncle Vernon was bellowing as usual, and as red as a ripe tomato. Harry warily stayed away from Vernon, and continued with his plan. His next target was going to witness an exploding chocolate cake in the face. It would be his uncle.

“Coming!” Harry shouted and he sauntered casually into the room. Piers was still looking round for the hat when Vernon said, “What the devil do you think you’re doing?!” He leaned in so close to Harry that the sardine sandwich bits left in his moustache were clearly visible. Acting innocent, Harry made sure he was set to explode the cake with a well-placed Weasleys’ Wild-Fire Whacker. “If you ever,” continued Uncle Vernon, now going puce, “ever try pulling a stunt like that again, I’ll see that you…”

Uncle Vernon stopped mid-sentence. He turned to stare at Dudley, who happened to be choking on some cake. Smoke was bellowing from his ears and nose, and he started making popping noises. Harry gazed in horror, wondering how much more Dudley could take before exploding. He hadn’t been expecting such quick results but, nevertheless, he watched in horror. Dudley was changing colors like a confused rainbow, and showed no sign of getting better. Finally, Harry decided to bring the small bottle which Dudley could use as an antidote. He waved the bottle under Dudley’s nose and he squealed, but it was too late. The exploding cake did its worst. Frosting shot from Dudley’s nose, as a dull thud was heard – Aunt Petunia fainting. Vernon didn’t catch her as the shock of an exploding cake within his son was too much for him to take. His hands grabbed Harry around his wrists to pry his wand out of his hand.

After a huge struggle, Harry got away, and ran out the front door and down the path, Vernon bellowing, Dudley oozing cake, and Petunia lying on the floor, now far behind him. Harry smiled. That had been an amazing party. Finally, he had found a way to get revenge for his many rotten birthdays.






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Post  Potteraholic Sat Jul 16, 2011 9:54 am

These stats were first posted by Tazzygirl - Jul 6, 2006 11:38 pm (#2938 of 2958) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Statistics for Story 24

ordered by first contribution to the story

User
# of Submissions
  virginiaelizabeth2   14
  Puck   17
  geauxtigers!   14
  Julie Aronson   12
  Snuffles   27
  Finn BV   12
  Mediwitch   10
  Tazzygirl   10
  azi   21
  Regan of Gong   2
  haymoni   3
  Good Evans   4
  Phelim Mcintyre   5
  dobbyiscool   1
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Total Submissions: 152
Total Words: 760

Last Submission Date: #2932, July 6, 2006, 9:05 A.M. (Puck)

Total Time to Create Story: 2 days, 22 hours, 10 minutes.






These post-story comments were first posted by Potteraholic Nov 23, 2010 11:52 pm (#2912 of 2977) [Edited Dec 27, 2010 12 am] on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Post-Story Comments for Story #24, Volume II,
Potty Five Words: "Dudley’s Birthday Party "




This story was written from July 3, 2006 to July 6, 2006. Fourteen writers contributed to the story, which is 760 words long. Three of the fourteen writers posted feedback.



- Tazzygirl, Jul 7, 2006 12:33 am: You know, I almost feel sorry for Dudley... not!! I liked this story! 



- Finn BV, Jul 7, 2006 12:56 am: I liked this story! Short but sweet is right! And congrats to Snuffles!



- Mediwitch, Jul 7, 2006 2:42 am: I actually loved this one - Dudley snarfing frosting!! *snicker*





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• Click on Story #25 (9 July 2006) for "Honking Daffodil Pie"

• Click on Story #26 (12 July 2006) for "The Christmas Party"

• Click on Story #27 (19 July 2006) for "The Most Evil Source of Evil"

• Click on Story #28 (28 July and 9 August 2006) for "The Super Top Secret Invention" (Note: two alternate endings were written for this story.)

• Click on Incomplete Story #28.5 for "The Story that Wasn't" (This was the start of the new Story #29 that was lost when World Crossing experienced server problems. It was never finished and the posts were no longer a part of this thread; however the portion here was the part saved on a personal computer.)

• Click on Story #29 (19 August 2006) for "All in a Day's Work"

• Click on Story #30 (26 August 2006) for "The Porlock"

• Click on Story #31 (3 September 2006) for "Professor Snape’s Dueling Lesson"

• Click on Story #32 (10 September 2006) for "Luna’s Helping Hand"

• Click on Story #33 (15 September 2006) for "The Phoenix Feathers"

• Click on Story #34 (25 September 2006) for "The Mystery of the Owl with a Lime Green Beak"

• Click on Story #35 (7 October 2006) for "The Storytellers"

• Click on Story #36 (11 October 2006) for "Hogwarts Hullabaloo", One Year Anniversary Special!

• Click on Story #37 (15 October 2006) for "Tax Forms, or, the Giant Chicken in the Road"






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Post  Potteraholic Mon Jul 18, 2011 7:36 pm

This story was first posted by Finn BV - Jul 9, 2006 8:14 pm (#206 of 2965) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "Honking Daffodil Pie"


Mrs. Figg stepped out into the morning sun, Mr. Tibbles running around her legs. She muttered, “Keep a sharp eye out for that Mundungus Fletcher. He’s been trying to steal my handbook on Kneazle breeding.” She shivered and drew her sweater around herself.

Crack! Mrs. Weasley appeared from the air. “Where’s Harry? He needs to come with me urgently.”

Mrs. Figg blinked, “Probably in his room. What’s going on?” Molly didn’t reply. She rushed past, almost tripping over a cat. At Magnolia Crescent, she stopped, looked around, and then continued to look for Privet Drive. She shuffled down the road until she found 4 Privet Drive. She hesitated nervously before she wondered what the doorbell was for. She pressed it and squealed when it made a ringing sound. She looked inside the window and saw Petunia peering out to see what the racket was. Mrs. Dursley went pale, remembering Mrs. Weasley from the train station. She didn’t want to answer but stood there looking terrified. Next she ran to get Vernon.

Meanwhile, Harry answered the door. He was surprised to see Mrs. Weasley there. He let her in. “What are you doing here? I thought you were on holiday.”

“We were. Oh, Harry!” Mrs. Weasley said. “I have some news for you. I’m afraid that something dreadful has happened to Hermione and Ginny. They went to Stoatshead Hill, looking for honking daffodils to make a honking daffodil pie for Percy. He seems to have found out about their plan to feed him this stuff. He got really upset and hit them with a few curses and then signed an order to have them tried by Wizengamot. It’s getting nasty over at the Ministry and I couldn’t stop them, so I asked to see the girls, but then—”

“Calm down, Mrs. Weasley. Everything is going to be fine. Where are they?”

“Awaiting the result of the trial at the Ministry. Umbridge got wind of what happened, and is in her glory.”

“Umbridge? Oh, no! Let’s go.” Harry quickly grabbed a jacket, put his wand in his back pocket, and rushed out, Mrs. Weasley holding his hand tightly. They Disapparated to the Ministry. Mrs. Weasley led him to the lifts which went down to the courtrooms. Why Harry did not know, but he must try to help, or something would go wrong. He breathed deeply before entering the double doors. Ginny was nearest to him, her face determined. Hermione was fidgeting nervously. They both looked as Harry strode towards them, showing authority. He glared at Percy and continued towards the front of the room. The ugly toad-face that was Umbridge appeared in front of him, blocking the aisle. Her acid smile showed that she was enjoying torturing Harry once again.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Potter!” she said sweetly. “Come to see your friends get what they deserve? They shall soon be in Azkaban serving lengthy sentences for their crime!”

“What crime? It was not a crime anyway! All they did—”

“—was try to destroy a rare species of flowers for the evil purpose of poisoning Muggles!” Umbridge grinned.

“But Percy isn’t a Muggle!” Harry countered. “He’s a wizard.”

“Mr. Potter, do you remember what you were last year? A liar. These girls weren’t making anything for Percy! They actually intended this pie for Muggles, and they’re liars just like YOU! A quill which you know well engraved that signed confession.”

“Signed confession? What? You’re talking dragon dung! You…”

“It’s true, Harry,” spoke Ginny. “We were making the pie in order to hurt filthy Muggles.”

“I HATE MUGGLES!” Hermione announced.

“What?! Your parents are Muggles! You’re Muggle-born!” exclaimed Harry.

“Oh, please, I disowned them ages ago. I never visit. Why should I? They’re dirty, a disgrace to the world.”

Harry noticed that Hermione and Ginny both looked oddly vacant. Molly’s tone was smoldering: “What on earth are you talking about, Ginny, Hermione? I think someone is interfering with you!”

“How dare you, woman?” spat Umbridge. “You dare accuse Ministry officials of tampering with these witnesses in a trial?”

When Molly heard this, she stormed over to Percy and raged, “She is your sister, for goodness’ sakes! Have you no heart?”

“She wanted to poison me! Mother, believe me!” But Molly had had enough of Percy. She turned next to Umbridge and slapped her hard.

Staggering slightly, Umbridge appeared dazed as Ginny and Hermione both shook uncontrollably, before collapsing onto the floor. Harry and Molly darted to their side. The girls looked confused, as if they had been Confunded! Hermione spoke immediately. “Her.” She pointed at Umbridge, with an accusatory finger. Dolores arranged her face in an innocent manner, but it didn’t fool Harry or Molly.

“Seize her!” cried Harry. “Unforgivable curses are illegal! She used ‘Imperio’ on these two and deserve to be in Azkaban!” Aurors looked around uncertainly, unsure whether to follow Harry’s orders.

Hermione founder her voice. “True, she deserves Azkaban. She’s just evil.”

On these words Scrimgeour entered the courtroom. “I understand the Imperius Curse has been used by my own employees!”

“Yes it has!” said Harry.

Umbridge smiled sweetly and said, “Minister, how can you believe a compulsive liar against a longtime friend and colleague like myself?! I have always been there, when—”

“Oh, shut up,” spat Ginny, her eyes flashing with anger. “Even Scrimgeour doesn’t believe you. This time you are done for.” And with that, the Aurors closed in, spelling chains to bind Umbridge, obscuring her from view.

Molly hugged the girls and Harry. They were relieved that no harm befell them. Suddenly, Percy came sheepishly forward. “I didn’t know that Dolores was such a horrible person. I am so stupid to have believed her. Are you all still willing to forgive me?” He looked at his mother. She smiled. “Oh, Percy, why don’t you come home? We know you’d come around. Let’s go home, where you belong!”

Percy smiled. “But Mother, I have to have my honking daffodil pie!”





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These stats were first posted by Finn BV - Jul 9, 2006 8:18 pm (#207 of 2965) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

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  Snuffles   13
  Phelim Mcintyre   5
  azi   38
  Mrs Brisbee   1
  Puck   33
  Julie Aronson   2
  Finn BV   40
  geauxtigers!   10
  Good Evans   26
  Emily   6
  virginiaelizabeth2   12
  Mediwitch   3
  Tazzygirl   8
  haymoni   1
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Total Submissions: 198

Total Words: 990
Last Submission Date: #198, July 9, 2006, 12:48 P.M. (Finn BV)

Total Time to Create Story: 1 day, 11 hours, 48 minutes.





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These post-story comments were first posted by Potteraholic - Nov 23, 2010 11:53 pm (#2913 of 2977) [Edited Dec 27, 2010 7 am] on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

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Potty Five Words: "Honking Daffodil Pie"



This story was written from July 8, 2006 to July 9, 2006. Fourteen writers contributed to the story, which is 990 words long. Five of the fourteen writers posted feedback.



- Good Evans, Jul 9, 2006 8:24 pm: I enjoyed that one Finn, but it is time for me to go now anyway, well done and look forward to joining in tomorrow !! 


- Tazzygirl, Jul 9, 2006 8:25 pm: Just finished reading it all the way through. I liked this story! Great job everyone! 



- virginiaelizabeth2, Jul 9, 2006 8:51 pm: Wow! I'm amazed at how well this story flowed! It really made sense! It was a great story, especially since Umbridge got what she deserved!! 



- Mediwitch, Jul 10, 2006 1:49 am: Holy Cow! That was some posting spree!! Good job bringing Percy back into the fold AND giving Umbridge her just desserts. 



- Snuffles, Jul 10, 2006 7:35 am: Hee hee I enjoyed that short but sweet story. 






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This story was first posted by Tazzygirl - Jul 12, 2006 9:25 pm (#569 of 2965) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "The Christmas Party"


The invitation to Madam Rosmerta’s Christmas party had arrived on December 20th, giving Aberforth little time to prepare himself for what he hoped would be a profitable and productive evening. He even stopped wiping that dirty glass, to shower and change into his best suit. Fortunately, the Hogs Head wasn’t very busy tonight, so he could clean it up and close early. Aberforth thought he would go to the party, and finally profess his love for Madam Rosmerta, but he knew that would be difficult. He’d chickened out several times before. Glancing one last time at his empty pub, he strode quickly at the door and headed down the High Street.

He whistled a holiday tune. The night air felt cold, crisp, and refreshing. He was in excellent spirits until he noticed Snape coming towards him. Aberforth ducked into an alleyway, hardly daring to breathe. Severus passed by quickly, mumbling. He knew that, if Snape saw him, he was in for it. (Snape wasn’t invited after last year’s mistletoe incident.) Aberforth watched as Snape disappeared before he hurried into the Three Broomsticks.

The welcoming light and atmosphere was cheery as he felt the warmth and heard Christmas carols sung by a trio of goblins. He entered the back room, where three broomsticks, true to the name, were hung on the wall. A young witch removed one and began a conga line. The brooms came to life and began dancing to the tune. The Christmas revelers all joined in, dancing with their partners.

Aberforth looked around for Madam Rosmerta but the only person he saw was Snape who had skulked in through the side door. Snape looked around before joining the conga line. He was surprisingly graceful. Aberforth sniggered about what Snape did last year. Happy memories. Upon seeing the buffet table, he thought he would like to try the delicious looking double chocolate gateaux with chocolate wands on the top. As he approached it, he heard whispering from under the table. He glanced down to see Madam Rosmerta and Remus Lupin sniggering as they prepared a Whoopie cushion to go under Snape’s chair. “This’ll teach him for dumping me!” she sneered. “The cheek to invade my party as if nothing has happened!”

A loud song began, and Snape started dancing with a pretty pink flower in his hair. Rosmerta snarled at the attention he was attracting. Meanwhile, the chocolate gateaux which Aberforth had had a piece of turned into frogspawn jelly. Remus chuckled at the look on his face as he tried not to gag. Meanwhile, he was headed towards the large Christmas tree.

Behind him, Rosmerta yelled a warning at Aberforth not to move. A flash of light shot through the pub from her wand and hit Snape squarely in the chest. He fell with a loud thud. His attire was now a frilly dress and a lovely pair of pink Stiletto heels. His hair had turned blond, and he had stellar streaks of magenta running through it. The room burst into laughter as Snape saw his reflection in a mirror and looked horrified, so he ran as fast as he could to the door. The pub watched in amusement as he stumbled in his high heels and slipped on the ice. Splat! Snape landed in a puddle of slush. He wept openly at the muck covering his beautiful pink frilly dress, but he didn’t have a hanky. This just made everyone laugh even harder.

Suddenly, a snowball flew from nowhere and hit the back of Snape’s head. He drew his wand rapidly. Curses and snowballs flew everywhere! Everyone from the party joined in the mayhem. Aberforth saw Rosmerta duck a snowball, only to be hit on the legs by Severus’ high heels. Apparently, shoes were now weapons. Stilettos made very good weapons, but Hagrid’s boots did the best job. A large witch had her hat crushed when a boot fell on it, and inside, it contained a special set of diamond gobstones. They were to be a Christmas gift for her husband. Unfortunately, they were crushed into dust by a Stunning spell.

Meanwhile, a very confused looking Aberforth scratched his head before ducking once more to avoid breaking glass. He scuttled back inside the Three Broomsticks. A ball of frozen slush hit his ear. He yelped, but kept walking. He sat on a chair by the fire. His mind was racing. Why had everything gone mad? This didn’t make sense. At least, the fight outside didn’t appear to be worsening. Albus was always the one to work out what was going on, but he was away on some business. Obviously, it would be hard to break any spell on these people by himself, so he must find some sane people to help.

Minerva McGonagall sat marking essays in her office. She was looking forward to a nice hot chocolate after this evening’s events. The whole school that had stayed for a relaxing evening had turned up for a quiet but highly entertaining night of chess.

Aberforth barely glanced at the students as he strode through the Great Hall. “Hallooo…?” he called out loudly. “Anybody home?”

McGonagall glanced up, her eyes narrowing as she watched Aberforth approaching on the Marauder’s Map. “What on earth is he doing here?” She opened her office door to greet Aberforth.

“Minerva! We need your help sorting out a little thing.”

“Aberforth!” exclaimed McGonagall. “What kind of thing?” Her eyebrows raised.

“We have a rather… violent scene occurring at Madam Rosmerta’s, which I feel might endanger some Order members. A complex charm inducing random violence using food or drink to hide a potion causing temporary insanity has been used, but I don’t know how to stop it, and I need your help! You are powerful enough to detect the source of the mischief and teach the culprits that it’s not very clever or nice to use magic in that way.”

Minerva rose from her seat and straightened her hat before saying. “Perhaps it would be advisable to get Professor Flitwick’s help in this matter before deciding how to… er… tackle this problem. It may be necessary to use considerable force in order to end the magic. Aurors should also be contacted immediately if the trouble doesn’t cease. Now, onto the Three Broomsticks!”

They hurried out of Hogwarts and into the brisk night. Flashes and yells could still be heard. Minerva braced herself for the situation she was about to face. Her wand was currently inside a pocket of her dark emerald green robes.

Professor Flitwick closed the castle as a precaution before heading down the path to join the others. Snow could still be seen, sprinkled over the road, shining in the moonlight. Professor Flitwick performed the Impervius Charm on the trio, so the snowballs would not hit them. Cornelius Fudge skipped past in a hurry, chased by a number of owls pecking at his bowler hat. Behind him stood Remus Lupin wearing an amused smile, his robes covered in slush.

Aberforth ushered Minerva and Flitwick towards the Three Broomsticks, and Remus followed. Inside, the pub was a chaotic sight with Rosmerta lying on the floor covered in hexes. Her eyes were glazed and her skin was pale. Flitwick quickly performed a healing charm. Slowly, Rosmerta came to. “Quick, you must save my antique goblets! My great-grandmother bought them in Brazil. They are very rare and expensive!”

“We will sort the goblets out after the more important issue of stopping this fight!” Flitwick shot his wand in the general direction of the uproar. “Arretios!” he cried. Immediately the mead barrels which had fallen over during the fight upended themselves, encasing the brawlers, so everyone went quiet. They were unable to move at the time.

Flitwick lowered his wand and looked over at Snape, still in a pink dress. “Severus,” he said, “What were you thinking? Pink does not suit you! It washes you out entirely. Perhaps another color? Maybe a nice teal?”

Snape merely scowled malevolently at Flitwick, before saying, “I quite think you’ve done enough for one night!”

With that he turned to leave, giving Flitwick a truly horrible look on his face. Flitwick shrugged and followed him.

Then Aberforth yelled, “Hey, Rosmerta, will you marry me or him? Make a choice!”

“What?” said Madam Rosmerta. She had no idea he was in love with her. “I… erm, I guess… maybe… I shouldn’t have said anything to anyone about being a spinster!”

“Aberforth!” shouted McGonagall. “What has gotten into you? How could you suggest such a thing!” Without warning, Aberforth dashed toward the bar, knocking people over, right and left. He dived for a bottle of Firewhiskey, and then for Rosmerta.

“But we’re made for each other! Don’t you see?”

“Well, Aberforth, I really don’t. To me, you’re like another man. I really love the way you keep such a close watch over the pub… Oh. Wait. I love Professor Flitwick. He can do all the charms I need. Plus, being so small, I can just put him on the top of the cupboard when I don’t want him around!”

Professor Flitwick turned a lovely shade of crimson. “Well, I’m… I’m very… in need of a bathroom visit!” with that, he disappeared around the corner, leaving the group flabbergasted!

Professor McGonagall was the first to speak. “It seems things here are worse than we first thought.” A white flash erupted from the bathroom, and Flitwick shot out through the door, slamming heavily into the bar, before sliding slowly down to Professor McGonagall’s feet. “Enough is enough!” she cried. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Fred and George Weasley laughing. “You two should be at Hogwarts!”

“But we’re not students anymore! We just came by to wish everyone a Merry Christmas.”

“Do not tell me it was you two who caused all this mayhem?” McGonagall raised her wand. The twins kissed their wand tips and grinned.

“You can find these spells in a lovely book that we are selling at our wonderful little joke shop.” Fred said. “You can find it in our new Hogsmeade location, and in Diagon Alley! George, I think that is all the business we have here! Let’s get going!” and they Disapparated with a pop! back to Diagon Alley, leaving the crowd looking quite surprised.

Hagrid soon began to chuckle. McGonagall glared at him before leaving the confused crowd behind. She hollered over her shoulder, “Merry Christmas, one and all!” It had been quite a night!






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These stats were first posted by Tazzygirl - Jul 12, 2006 9:27 pm (#571 of 2965) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Statistics for Story 26
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User
# of Submissions
  Finn BV   18
  virginiaelizabeth2   26
  Mediwitch   19
  geauxtigers!   32
  Tazzygirl   34
  Puck   36
  Snuffles   58
  Phelim Mcintyre   12
  azi   62
  Good Evans   2
  Julie Aronson   16
  Regan of Gong   35
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Total Submissions: 351

Total Words: 1755
Last Submission Date: #562, July 12, 2006, 12:45 P.M. (geauxtigers!)
Total Time to Create Story: 2 days, 19 hours, 38 minutes.





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Post  Potteraholic Mon Jul 18, 2011 7:50 pm

These post-story comments were first posted by Potteraholic - Nov 23, 2010 11:53 pm (#2914 of 2977) [Edited Dec 27, 2010 8 am] on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Post-Story Comments for Story #26, Volume III,
Potty Five Words: "The Christmas Party

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This story was written from July 9, 2006 to July 12, 2006. Twelve writers contributed to the story, which is 1,755 words long. Six of the twelve writers posted feedback, as well as one non-participant.



- Finn BV, Jul 12, 2006 9:32 pm: This was an interesting story. Not incredible, but it was enjoyable.
EDIT: Okay. And, this is the best line in the history of story-writing: “Well, Aberforth, I really don’t. To me, you’re like another man. I really love the way you keep such a close watch over the pub… Oh. Wait. I love Professor Flitwick. He can do all the charms I need. Plus, being so small, I can just put him on the top of the cupboard when I don’t want him around!” It's so sappy! azi will love it!



- Regan of Gong, Jul 13, 2006 12:37 am: Yeah, we needed some major work on tense. We seemed to be switching from past to present tense in a few sentences back there. 

Yeah, it was a fun story, Finn. That's the one I've been most involved in, had a couple of sprees with azi, Julie and geauxtigers. Lots of fun. 

Just a quick question, are we following fanfic rules like on Mugglenet, where Americanisms are discouraged. Just noticed the use of "hollered" in one of the last paragraphs, which seems to be quite uncommon outside of America in my humble experience/opinion. It hasn't been seen in the HP books from any time I can remember. 



- Finn BV, Jul 13, 2006 1:07 am: Regan, we don't really have any specific guidelines towards which English to use, though most of the time we try to stick to UK English. We have changed words like 'elevators' to 'lifts' in the past, though the spelling of words - e.g. 'color'/'colour' – is usually kept to American English as Tazzy and I are so used to it. But complete word changes are usually in order. Since 'hollered' was so near the end of the story, nobody pointed it out, but if something is not really within the standards of Potter-English, then please let us know and we'll try to replace it! For the most part, though, it doesn't really matter. Just as long as Harry doesn't start speaking with "gonna’s and "ain't’s. 



- Tazzygirl, Jul 13, 2006 1:16 am: I didn't even think to stick with Potter-English! **Mental note not to use 'hollered' in future stories (I didn't even know that was an Americanized word... ). 



(Nine posts followed this one about the use of the word ‘hollered’ in the UK and how/why ‘u’ was left out in American English in words like ‘color’ and ‘flavor’.

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- Snuffles, Jul 13, 2006 7:46 am: I quite liked that story, though at times I did wonder where it would end up!! 

I use British English but reading American English doesn't bother me at all and I have used the word hollered!! 

I find myself saying 'guys' more than I used to and 'darn'. I'm being brainwashed. 



- Phelim Mcintyre, Jul 13, 2006 8:24 am: Us Brits used holler, and color is actually the proper way of spelling the word. We started putting a u into colour and other words to seem educated when we were pally with the French however many years ago (Georgian I think but after the American war of Independence). 






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This story was first posted by Finn BV - Jul 19, 2006 4:44 pm (#938 of 2965) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "The Most Evil Source of Evil"


Once upon a time, there existed an unimaginable force of power, which was used to prevent dark witches and wizards from entering a previously unknown lair, containing the most evil source of evil known to the magical world. Only those pure of heart could access it, as a force unknown to all but a few existed in the shrubberies of the kingdom, requiring a herring to unleash the unspeakable evil held captive within the place.

Fortunately, the only herring in the realm was heavily guarded by ten trolls and a battalion of Hufflepuffs. It was safe as safe could be… or so they thought.

Goyle and Crabbe were planning a Death Nibblers tea party, when there came a thunderous crack. Lord Voldemort always liked to make an entrance. “Surprise!” Voldemort cried, as Crabbe leapt back onto the plate of sausage rolls. They flew into the bowl of punch, splattering on the robes of those nearest. Lord Voldemort was not pleased. “This is my favorite robe! I always wear pitch black on a weekday, and my other clothing is midnight black!”

Close to tears, Voldemort aimed a curse at him. He struck Crabbe in the chest, causing him to tumble onto Goyle’s knee, where he just lay, whimpering. Voldemort stormed away, throwing down his paper plate and scattering breadsticks everywhere. Draco gave a loud ‘tut.’

Voldemort spun round and said, “What do you think you’re doing, you ugly ferret! Never laugh at Lord Moldvart… I mean Lord Voldemort!” He tossed a “Crucio,” but missed and hit a teapot, which exploded. The pieces flew across the room, landing in the skin of various trifles. Draco was most displeased. It was his favorite dessert.

He shot a jelly-legs hex at Goyle, who at once fell face first into the chocolate pudding. Draco laughed and immediately regretted it as Voldemort pointed his wand at him. There was a flash of blue. The room filled with orange smoke and singing canaries. Birds being birds, they did some flying around, leaving droppings in everyone’s hair and flying into the windows.

Crabbe sat upon the herring. It gave out a squelching noise and mysteriously uttered some words: “The evil… will return soon…”

Voldemort stopped what he was doing and turned to look at the herring. “What did you just say?”

The herring spoke again, weaker. “Shrubberies — seek out the shrubberies. They— eek— Hufflepuffs.” But suddenly the herring died.

Voldemort yanked Crabbe and shouted, “What have you done?! Stupid boy – I have searched for the Herring of Evil Power for years! You have no idea what lengths I have gone through!” Voldemort let out an exasperated sigh, and said, “Hufflepuffs… what did he mean by Hufflepuffs! Crabbe, Goyle! Bring me a Hufflepuff!”

Crabbe and Goyle glanced at each other. “Uh… there’s that one kid in our Herbology class—”

“—until we dropped it because we were too dumb to figure out how to prune fizzing water turnips. Let’s think. Hmm… there’s Hannah Abbott—”

“I don’t care who! Just get them already! We can’t waste any more time!” Voldemort yelled. “I haven’t got time for you idiots!” He left in a hurry, leaving Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoy to ponder what a talking herring had to do with their mission.

Ernie MacMillan was patrolling the corridors trying to catch students snogging in empty classrooms. Malfoy mouthed to Crabbe and Goyle, “Hey! Get going already! You two are going to ruin everything!”

Not wanting that, they took off after Ernie at once. “MacMillan,” Goyle called. “We need to talk to you.”

“Uh…” Ernie looked around nervously. “What for?”

Crabbe and Goyle glanced at each other. Quickly, Crabbe lunged forward to grab Ernie while Goyle covered his eyes. Ernie yelled loudly and almost broke free of Crabbe’s grip. Unfortunately, Ernie slipped on a banana peel and Crabbe grabbed him more firmly.

“Gotcha now!”

They brought Ernie to Lord Voldemort, who was waiting and nibbling a sausage roll nervously. “Well? Who did you bring? Certainly not the fat pudgy kid?” Ernie began to sniffle. “My mum says that… that…” For once, Ernie had been told the truth by his mother.

Voldemort immediately asked, “Where is the shrubbery? Answer me!” His face was inches from Ernie’s, which had begun to perspire.

“I… uh… I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Ernie glanced anywhere but Voldemort’s face, mostly because he knew that Voldemort could perform Occlumency, but also because the slits Voldemort had for nostrils were flaring in a steady pattern, and a residue from his sausage roll was being spat all over his somewhat soggy “pitch black” robe.

“Fool of a MacMillan! Never lie to Lord Moldywart— Voldemort! I know you Hippopuphs… Hufflegryphs… Haffle —”

“Hufflepuff, sir?” Draco supplied.

“I don’t need your help,” snarled Voldemort. “Now MacMillan. Reveal the location of the shrubbery!”

“With or without topiary?” Ernie asked. “The Shrubbery of Incredible Evil or Unimaginable Terror?”

“Surely there is only one shrubbery?!”

Ernie thought for a moment. “As Hufflepuffs excel at Herbology, I think I should know!” he said. “But right now it is important you decide if it’s a male or female shrubbery, as this will determine the evilness of it.”

“Well, obviously, I want the thing to be female as they are the most evil!”

“Well, I think…” stuttered Ernie.

“Get on with it, boy!” shouted Voldemort. “I haven’t got all day!”

“Okay, this one time, when I was walking through Greenhouse Three, this shrubbery was right there, so I tried to trim it, and… it bit me!” he finished.

Voldemort snarled. “And the point is?” he asked rudely. “Biting shrubs are common, you nitwit!”

“Umm… right… yes… well…” said Ernie.

“This idiot is useless,” snarled Voldemort. “But there’s more Hufflepuffs! I’m sure of it!”

With that, Voldemort stormed out, zapping shrubs indiscriminately and mumbling incoherently.

Ernie looked flustered and burst into tears before running all the way back to Hufflepuff’s common room. “You-Know-Who is horrible! He says my Herbology skills aren’t worth dirt! Face like a disgusting snake, he has! Filthy, slimy git!” Ernie spat.

His friends looked astonished. “You-Know-Who is here? At Hogwarts?” asked Hannah Abbott, incredulously. Ernie nodded. He was slowly realizing that having the worst wizard so near wasn’t an ideal situation to have been in.

“Yeah. And he’s after Hufflepuffs so constant vigilance is required. He knows about the herring. Do not reveal its location or we are all in great danger!” Hannah looked around the room. Zach Smith sat in a corner, looking grumpy.

“How are we supposed to stop him? We’re only Hufflepuffs in our seventh year!”

Ernie snorted. “So? That doesn’t mean we’re powerless. We stand together as a battalion. Now, let’s toast marshmallows and think of the days before Voldemort appeared!”

Meanwhile, Voldemort was pondering what would be the best way to extract essence of evil from a dead, red herring. Naturally, he was confused. Where were these shrubberies? Trolls were guarding them. Trolls! “That’s it! The trolls are the key! Trolls are only found in mountainous areas, such as in the Highlands!” And Voldemort Disapparated, arriving outside of Hogsmeade. He then turned North, in search of caves, which trolls love to hide in. He walked for at least an hour, but eventually heard the tell-tale cry of an Augurey, signaling that rain was coming. This prompted Voldemort to make shelter.

As luck would have it, he’d wandered into the realm of dryness. Rain could not fall on this place, since trolls refuse to shower. They often use their unbearable stench to kill their prey.

Voldemort knew this, however, and prepared himself by casting a bubble-head charm. Suddenly, a very large and smelly troll stepped out from behind a giant shrub and called out, “Who d’ere?” Heavy footsteps thundered from somewhere close, and Voldemort began to giggle with excitement. Trolls near a shrubbery! he thought. This is it!

He was staring so intently at the troll he didn’t see a figure creep up behind him. “Surprise!”

“Ahh!” Voldemort screamed. He spun round and cursed the creature. He gasped when he realized that it was his last hope of reaching the object of his desire. Nagini was lying on the ground cowering. She realized now that surprising Voldemort was not the best idea.

“Slimy dimwit!” hissed Nagini.

Voldemort laughed in her face. “You can’t possibly mean that. I, who has given you part of my soul! Find me the herring, Nagini, and perhaps I won’t punish you too severely,” he said.

Nagini glared, and started to follow the scent of a herring. “Perhaps,” she thought, “if I find any old herring, Master won’t know the difference. He’s oblivious to details. Perhaps I could steal a troll’s club and whack Tommy over the head and take his precious wand.” Alas, without hands, there was no way that a snake could wield any sort of wand to do that! She would have to figure out another way. Perhaps if she was to slither up behind some unsuspecting fisherman, and steal his herrings? Suddenly, a sharp pain in her side caused Nagini stop and writhe in pain. She looked up to see her Master standing over her. “I know what you’re thinking!”

“Ssss, actually I was wondering if you were going to try to overpower me. Foolish, I know. Now, do you want to get me that shrubbery or do you want another Crucio?” Nagini quickly slithered off.

An hour later, she was still looking. She almost slithered off a cliff, but her tail grabbed a branch just in time. She slithered back onto safe ground and considered what on earth she was going to do. An evil source of evil? Where would it be? In holly trees? Nagini suddenly sensed the rumble of an opening door. A trapdoor right below her opened and she fell in, falling about fifty feet until she landed with a splat. Dazed, she followed the vibrations, which led her to a magnificent shrubbery, ten trolls, and a battalion of Hufflepuffs. “Wow. I’ve actually found it!”

Approaching quickly, Nagini ate the Hufflepuffs and strangled the trolls. The snake, forgetting Voldemort, advanced to the shrubbery, and ate it. The most evil source of evil disappeared. Nagini was punished by Voldemort and was never seen or heard from again.






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These stats were first posted by Finn BV - Jul 19, 2006 4:49 pm (#940 of 2965) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Statistics for Story 27

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# of Submissions
  azi   60
  smurf   19
  Snuffles   25
  Phelim Mcintyre   13
  Regan of Gong   28
  Puck   56
  geauxtigers!   19
  virginiaelizabeth2   21
  Tazzygirl   29
  Finn BV   54
  Mediwitch   5
  Emily   5
  Good Evans   4
The user in red is the rightful starter of the next story. They are welcome to pass on the privilege to the user who posted the second most number of times, who may in turn pass it to the user who posted the third number of times in the story, and so forth.

Total Submissions: 343
Total Words: 1715
Last Submission Date: #931, July 18, 2006, 8:13 P.M. (virginiaelizabeth2)

Total Time to Create Story: 5 days, 17 hours, 28 minutes.





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Post  Potteraholic Mon Jul 18, 2011 8:22 pm

These post-story comments were first posted by Potteraholic - Nov 23, 2010 11:53 pm (#2915 of 2977) [Edited Dec 27, 2010 2 pm] on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

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Potty Five Words: "The Most Evil Source of Evil"


This story was written from July 13, 2006 to July 18, 2006. Thirteen writers contributed to the story, which is 1,715 words long. Two of the thirteen writers posted feedback.



- Finn BV, Jul 19, 2006 4:50 pm: I sorta liked this story. Especially Ernie's story about when he was in the greenhouse. The only problem was that we weren't getting to the point, and the thread was really slow!! But other than that, this one was good.



- Tazzygirl, Jul 19, 2006 6:45 pm : This story made a lot more sense when it was all typed out and together! I had the hardest time trying to figure out exactly what was going on with the shrubbery and stuff. 

Question: Which Hufflepuffs did Nagini eat? 


- Finn BV, Jul 20, 2006 2:26 am: Hehe, I sure hope Nagini ate Zach Smith! What a pain!





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