MuggleNet Fan Fiction
Harry Potter stories written by fans!
Let's see, I'm seventeen, come from a country named Belgium, and I like to eat pizza around midnight.
I'm currently writing two chaptered fics, one named The Modern Marauders, which is my seventh year fic, and another named The Pendle Witches, which is set at the end of the sixteenth century and the beginning of the seventeenth century. I've written a prologue and a first chapter so far, and know I should write more, but for the moment I can't find the right mood to do so.
I've also written a one-shot, Gone for Good, which probably is a bit experimental to many of you, or just plainly bizarre, but it's narration with a poetical undertone, even if there isn't a line of poetry in it.
Other than that, I've got quite a few ideas that I should execute one day, but like many, I don't have the time, nor the courage to write x stories at the same time. It'll only confuse me.
Now, a sneak preview to the fourth chapter. I'm not sure when it'll be up though.
“Is the oath ready?” James asked.
“I finished it a couple hours ago,” Peter answered.
“Well, where is it?” Sirius asked.
“Oh. It’s in my trunk, I’ll go and get it,” Peter said. He went to the trunk aside of the left bed. He grabbed a piece of parchment and returned.
“All right. Moony, you know what we must do?” James asked.