Artists-at-Hogwarts

Harry was worried. He bounced his young son James on his knee, entertaining both the baby and his nerves.  His wife was no better off, her hands constantly moving over her swollen stomach and through her hair and across the pages of the magazine she wasn’t reading.  But Harry wasn’t worried about her. He was worried about Ron, who was standing stock-still at the fake window, staring at the rain that appeared to be hitting the enchanted glass and not responding to any noises or gestures whatsoever. He was even more worried about Hermione, whose horrible screams had been abruptly cut off when a Healer had shoved Ron into the wait

Hermione Granger believed herself difficult to surprise.  After nearly ten years of being best friends with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, not to mention countless duels and an entire year of fleeing from the Death Eaters, she thought she had seen it all. She realized just how wrong she was in mid-September, when she stumbled upon a most unwelcome sight. Only one key to her flat existed, and her mother held that safely in case of emergencies.  Her parents, however, were on a vacation to Australia and wouldn’t be home for another day or so.  A few more people knew the password to get through the protective barrier that kept it safe from

Neville/Hermione Valentine Herm, you're such a caring girl; You help me all the time. Your friendship is so true and sweet That it makes me want to rhyme! You write half of my essays and Always help me with my charms. If not for you, my darling friend, I'd attract the nastiest of harms. I am indeed in debt to you; There's much thanks I need to say – So for being the best friend I've known, Have a great Valentine's Day!