Tonights the Night

Carparthian and the boy who lived?

2009-04-07T03:45:32Z

Crossover: Harry Potter/ Carparthian series
Warning: Violence, angst, romance,
Characters do not belong to me, except the carparthian She is mine.
Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling,
The Carparthians, Belong to Christine Feehan

I dont' exactly have a title, and I am just writing as it comes to me. So if you dont like it, don't read it. Simple as 1,2, 3...

Prince Mikhail Dubrinsky stood motionless in front of the young female caparthain Solari, his only daughter. Her dark hair was flawlessly tied in a knot, her dark chocolate eyes were void of any emotion, and her upper lip was curled up slightly flashing white perfect teeth. "I dont' understand how this could be." Stated Gregory, the one who was considered the healer of their people. "She is female, a woman, she should not have lost her emotions." He glanced around the room at the other males who nodded.

Mikhail's lifemate, Raven walked to his side and placed her hand on his shoulder in a comforting method, "it is not uncommon for males or females of any race to recieve to much gene's from the other gender."

"Among humans,"Gregory replied.

"My daughter shall be treated the same as any female," her eyes reached her fathers, "I will help you find your lifemate Solari." Raven nodded her head at her daughter. Solari would have smiled, but she felt no need to. The place was grey and dark, she was simply numb.

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Harry Potter rolled over onto his stomach on the tiny cot he was sleeping on. BANG! He shoot up in the bed as the door flew open. "Happy birthday mate." His best friend of the last seven years said to him. "You're of age, go on do some magic before mum see's you." Ron Weasly commanded him.

"Definetly!' He pointed his wand at Ron 'Levicorpsus' a flash of light filled the room and Ron was suspended in the air dangiling from his ankle.

Trust

2009-03-29T04:47:28Z

To trust in someone,
is to trust the ocean
you may feel safe,
but at any given notice the calmness
soon become chaos,
nothing is ever the same
trust in the ocean,
the tides pull you in,
like a magnetic field, holding tight
pleasure and pain go together
none can be without the other
trust in the ocean,
for how can it lead you astray?
it's massness, pulsing over the earth
hiding it's secrets deep beneath,
trusting the ocean is like
trusting a human,
faith, and hope,
discouraged, and helplessness
discreetly tearing you down, little by little
til, you can no longer stand,
trust the ocean,
since when do you care?
live and live, be not afraid,
be like a sailor, roaming the mighty seas,
trust the ocean, and find your peace
help, me, help you,
find the path, in deep waters of blue
trust the ocean, just trust,
and never give in... to temptations sin,

Sometimes

2009-03-20T01:22:01Z

Title: Sometimes
Genre: Romance
Characters: Casey & Charlie
Warning: NC-17 for Later Chapters
Summary: Casey is from the otherside of town. She comes from below the poverty line and is trying to make a name for herself. While in her last year of high school she meets Charlie, a rich kid, from the upper part of town. He has been to a private school all his life and has decided to finish his senior year at the local Public High School, Higgins High. Walk with Charlie and Casey down their road of freindship and love, hardships, and family drama, because, sometimes love is just worth it all.

Everything was quiet on the deserted street of 17^th. Casey put one foot in front of the other, while glancing over her shoulders, at every few steps. She took a deep breath and stopped in front of an abandon, worn down, old building. She grabbed a hold of the rusted railing and pulled herself up the steps. She grabbed at her neck as the pain once more returned. She moaned as the pain increased, as she got closer to the door, she reached for the knob and turned it. She quickly got onto the lift and pressed her number of four, which would take her to her apartment.

She sighed uncertainly as she entered her one room home. She glanced at the bed on the floor, sheets askew, and the pillows lying across the room from where they should be. Her heart did a flip as her orange and black cat, Tucker, made his way over to her. She gently picked him up and held him close to her. She sat down in her ocean green recliner and rested her feet on the footstool. Her answering machine was brightly flashing its red light. I don’t think that I want to answer that. She thought, keeping her hands busy by rubbing them down the cat’s back. She allowed her mind to drift off, and was asleep in minutes.

Casey’s eyes fluttered open. She reached underneath the cushion for her pocketknife. Her knuckles whitened as her hand tightly grasped the metallic weapon. “Who are you?” She whisper lightly in the darkness, praying no one would answer.

“You don’t know?” The voice was dark, and heavily laced with malice.

“Please let me be.” She mouthed uncertain her prayer would be answered.

A high chuckled was her reply and she felt a cold hand clench around her arm that held her pocketknife. “Let go of it Casey.” Reluctantly she allowed her grip to loosen,

and almost at once she was jerked from her chair and tossed messily onto her own bed.

“Why?”

“Because I love you. Because I need you as much as you need me.”

“That is so corny.” Casey giggled. She averted her blue eyes as they met with chocolate brown ones.

“It’s the truth and you know it.”

She stopped laughing. “Your family doesn’t like the idea of me, of us.” She stated.

“I don’t care. I don’t need them.” He dropped onto his knees and placed his elbows on her mattress, resting his chin in the palm of his hands. “The problems are always going to be the same. The girl is not rich enough; her family doesn’t have the right name, the right connections. I’m sick of it. I just want you.”

Casey let out a sigh. “Your not going to let me go are you?”

“No!” She reached for his hand and clasped it tightly.

“Charlie, you’re going to have to. To me family is the most important thing in the world. If we turn our backs to the ones that love us the most, then we lose everything.” She said.

“We can start are own, we-“ She placed her hand over his mouth.

“No. Please Charlie, just leave.” She sat up and pointed to the door. He stood and stretched to his full height.

“This isn’t over Casey.” He turned on his heel and stormed from her apartment. As silence filled her apartment, memories of the past year came to haunt her as she lie back down on her bed. She turned on her stomach and shoved her face into her pillow to muffle her frustrated scream she allowed to escape from her lips.

Writer's Block: Heart to Heart

2009-02-15T05:07:47Z

Valentine's Day: love it or hate it?

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I dont' have any reason to hate today. I think only bitter and lonely people hate day's like today. I'm not really bitter, I am lonely but that's mostly my fault. I guess I could say the only thing I hate about today is the color red. Never really liked it, and dont' ask me why my journal layout is red. I haven't a clue.

Harry Potter and the Vampire of Forks Ch 2

2009-02-04T18:07:57Z

Title: Harry Potter and the Vampires of Forks

A/N: Thank you for the reviews for the first chapter. I appreciate them. I have a question, now in the Twilight Series, Myers oftened changed POV, and in most HP/twiligh x overs, the pov often changes from harry to edward. I don't think I can change point of views like that. It would be to hard and pointless to me. Yet if some of you feel the story would feel better with a edward pov I will try and put one in the story the best I can. I tried to write a fic with different povs in every chapter or something similiar the story is posted on here if you are interested in seeing what I'm talking about. It's called, Crazy Thing Called Ancestors, or something along the lines of that. If you find any mistakes or something catches your eyes please feel free to let me know. I will try to respond to you. Once again thank you for the review and for reading my fic. Have a great day, or night, or morning, Jexa.

Harry stretched as he got out of the cramped compact car that he had been sharing with the Dursleys for the last three hours. He looked up as Mad-Eye Moody and Remus Lupin made their way over to him. Moody and Remus had their wands pointed at him. “What do you hear every time the dementors are near you?” Remus asked.

“My parents death.” Harry replied solemnly. He knew the reason behind the questioning. To make sure they had not been intercepted on the way to the small town and that he and his family had not been kidnapped by any Death Eaters.

Remus smiled, “It’s him Moody.” They returned their wand back to their robes. “Did you have a nice trip here?” He asked patting Harry on the back.

“Yeah I guess.” The Dursleys had not said one word to him since they had boarded the plane. They had been somewhat upset at having to leave everything behind. Albus had assured Vernon that he would have a job in America and it would pay twice more than what he made at his former company. At that information Vernon’s eyes has narrowed in greed. Making Harry’s stomach nauseated at the sight of his uncle. Harry had not much to talk about with his family. Why would they care that the only place that Harry felt at home was Hogwarts and that he would not be attending this year. He cringed. He would be going to a muggle school with Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. This was the only upside to the safe house plan. He would attend the school, and then go over to where Remus and Mad-Eye were staying to learn advanced defensive spells, charms, potions etc. He knew Hermione would be excited about this.

“So have Ron and Hermione arrived yet?” Harry asked. He glanced around his bearings. They were surrounded by a forest. It was somewhat chilled and he could see his breath. “I thought it was summer here.” Not realizing he had spoken out loud. He glanced at the house he would be staying at. It was larger than his home back in Surrey. The Weasly’s and the Grangers would be sharing the house with him, and the Dursleys while Remus had his own home in Forks. It was separated from the others for his condition.

“No, they will later on today. They’ll be port keying in.” Remus added in an after thought. “Why don’t you go pick out your room.”

“Yeah. I don’t want Dudley to get the best one.” He raced into the mansion and stopped short. The mansion was separated into three different homes. He gave a chuckle and hoped he could stay in the Weasly’s side. He walked into to where the Dursleys were staying. They were in the front room. Dudley had his jaw down. Their was a large plasma screen hanging on the wall with every game system known to man hooked up to it. “Not bad eh?” Harry asked his stunned relatives. His Aunt who barely acknowledged him, looked his way and gave a curt nod. Harry widened his eyes in shock.

“You will be rooming with those- those friends of yours.” Vernon said to him. Harry smirked. It was as close as humane his Uncle would get around the wizards.

“So will be in the same house, but don’t’ even have see each other. That’s awesome.” He half shouted. Before he could hear their reactions he raced to where the Weasly’s were and found Molly making herself at home.

“Hello Harry dear.” She smiled brightly at him. She waved her wand and two knitting needles jumped into action. “Did Remus tell the you kids won’t be here until later?” She asked him.

“Yes he did.”

“They’re picking up some stuff from Diagon Alley before they come here. They wanted to check out the twins shop.”

“So it’s up and running then?”

“I didn’t think they would do this well.” She stated. Harry grinned. He was the reason how they could afford to rent property to start their shop. “But they have always wanted to prove me wrong, and so they did.” She motioned for him to go and sit at the table. “Have you eaten.” Harry wanted to roll his eyes as she did her famous look him up and down then stuff him full of food.

“No.” He replied wanting to give her satisfaction that she had done something to help better the world by feeding the savior of the wizarding world. She shook her head.

“I am so glad that we are living in the same home with your family Harry. Maybe I can convince your relatives we are not that bad.” Harry made to open his mouth, but shut it. What would be the point of telling her it wouldn’t work. It would keep her busy so she wouldn’t breathe down his, Ron’s, and Hermione’s necks while they were there.

“Good for you Mrs. Weasly. I sure hope you can change their prejudice against our kind.” He nibbled on the edge of a potato chip as he watched the red head woman pile meat upon meat onto thick pieces of bread. She placed it on his plate.

“Me too.” Harry ate his lunch in silence as Mrs. Weasly had moved up the stairs to sort out all the furniture and who had which bedroom. She said she would place a plaque with their names on the doors so they would know. Harry was appreciative when she said that. He carried his plate to the sink and had to jump back as a sponge covered with soap violently attacked the dirty dish. He shook his head and decided to head back outside. He bumped into Dudley and glared at his whale of cousin as walked around him and headed towards Mad-Eye. “Do we have any leads on Voldemort whereabouts?” Harry asked spontaneously.

“Well he’s still in England. As for where that cheap ba-”

“Alastor!” Harry turned his head to look at Mrs. Weasly as she made her way toward them her hands on her hips. Her lips were pressed thin and her face was slightly pink. “Don’t talk like that in front of any of the kids.” Alastor shrugged his shoulders.

“As for where he’s hiding. We don’t’ have any idea. Snape can’t give us any leads or he’ll be realized as a spy and we can’t lose that one connection we have.” Harry hated to agree, but it was the truth and it was just told to his face.

“Alastor I don’t think you should be discussing this with Harry. If Albus wanted him to know, he would know.” Molly said. “Now you go on and find Arthur. I think he went around back earlier.” She stated. She pointed for him to go. Harry couldn’t decide whether he wanted to bark or salute her, holding back a chuckle, he did neither and went around the mansion to find Mr. Weasly. From this distance he could her the scolding Mad-Eye was getting from the temper flared red head.

“Mr. Weasly?” Harry shouted. He didn’t see anyone. He moved deeper into the heavily wooded area. He stood still for a moment taking in the serene silence. He still did not hear a peep from the odd wizard. He moved farther away from the mansion. The thickness of the woods getting at him like a moth to a flame. He felt the need to go deeper. He stopped when he heard a twig snap. He spun around. Sunlight glistened in through the treetops giving the closed in area a dusky appeal. “Mr. Weasly?” He once more said. Still no reply. Harry sighed and turned back around. He caught a shadow out of the corner of his eye. He reached for his wand and faced in the direction of the shadow. It was human shaped and hid partially between trees. “Who are you?” Harry demanded. He kept his hand on his wand that was still in his back pocket. He didn’t’ want to pull his wand on a muggle and cause problems before he had even settled in. Harry blinked and the shadow was gone. He spun around looking frantically for this human, and bumped into Arthur.

“Harry what are doing way out here?” He grabbed Harry by his arm and started taking him back to the mansion. “You know Ron, Hermione, and Ginny just got here. They were looking for you.”

“I wasn’t even gone for that long.” Harry stated. “Um, did you happen to see someone else out here besides me?” He asked.

“No.” Arthur stopped walking. “Are you sure you saw someone out here?”

“Er, no not really. I just heard something step on a twig and I saw a dark shadow hidden behind some trees. I asked who they were and the next second they were gone.”

“I’ll have Alastor send Remus out to search the area again.” He relaxed his grip on Harry’s arm and continued walking.

They rounded the corner of the house and Harry was knocked over by what he thought was a bushy brown cat. “Can’t breathe Hermione.” He whispered in her ear. She pulled back from him.

“Where did you go Harry James Potter? Did you know Ronald and I were worried sick about you? How could you wonder off by yourself. The reason why we came here was to stay safe, not for you to leave and get hurt.” Hermione took a deep breath.

“Sorry Mione, I was looking for Ron’s dad like his Mum told me to.” Harry said. He looked at his best mate. Harry gave him the thumbs up and Ron smirked.

Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered something about boys and idiots. She walked off with Ginny. “She wouldn’t stop badgering everyone about your safety. I think she’s going to go mental since we are going to a muggle school.” Ron said.

“That’s the longest lecture she’s given’ me since third year.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“How was the Twin’s Shop?” Harry asked. Ron started in about all the amazing stuff that they had invented, that even Hermione did not say anything about what they had made. Harry fell walked with Ron following the girls inside the mansion. He felt content and more at home as met up with the rest of the Weaslys.

Harry Potter and the Vampires of Forks

2009-02-03T22:33:21Z

Title: Harry Potter and the Vampires of Forks
Rating: M+
Characters: Harry/Edward
Genre: Romance/Humour/Mystery
Summary: Yes another Harry/Twilight Crossover. It is too dangerous for young Harry Potter in his Sixth Year to stay in Enland. So He and the Dursleys are uprooted to the town of Forks, Washington. Read to find out, and R&R.

A sixteen year old in the mixture of a boy and a young man snorted in his sleep. His fair skin was pressed onto the top of his desk. A soft hoot sounded off in the room and the boy jumped up in anticipation. He held a what looked to be a stick up in the air. Wildly he locked his bright green eyes onto anything that could harm. Realizing the noise had come from his snowy owl, Hedwig, he let out a sigh and sat back down. He removed his glasses from his face and rubbed at his temples, a headache had formed hours ago and it was barely leaving him.

He glanced at the clock, a quarter to twelve, it read. He stood back up, replacing his glasses and started picking up papers that were on his desk. He glanced at several before throwing them over his shoulder in annoyance. He narrowed his eyes at a piece of parchment on the border line of falling off the desk. Quickly he snatched the paper up and read it once again. It was a letter from the headmaster of his school.

Dear Harry,

I will be at your home five’ til’ twelve on July 31st. To discuss important manners and your next year of schooling.

Yours Sincerely ,

Albus Dumbledore

When he had first received the letter he had not believed any of it. Now as the time moved forward he was uncertain if one of the greatest wizards of all time was going to make an appearance like he said he would. He, Harry, was not an ordinary boy. In fact, he attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He held up the stick he had used to defend himself earlier and stuck it in his back pocket as he made his way downstairs to the front door. Waiting for a sign that the Wizard was here. At exactly eleven-fifty five, a loud pop sounded outside on the doorstep. Harry grinned madly as his Aunt Petunia walked out from the kitchen and nearly collided with her nephew. She shot him a dirty look as Harry’s Uncle Vernon walked down the stairs in his pajamas. “Who the bloody hell would ring this late at night.” He huffed, he elbowed past Harry and pulled the door wide open. “Your sort is not welcomed here.” He made to shut the door, but a well placed foot in the door frame stopped its progression.

“Now, be sensible Mr. Dursley. I have traveled a long ways to talk to Harry and your family.” He forced himself into the house. He glanced around at the Dursley and sighed. “Let us pretend you invited me to sit in the guest room.” He made his way into said room as if he was a constant guest. He took his seat. Harry came and sat down across from him. The Dursleys reluctantly followed and sat down. Except the youngest Dursley, Dudley, who stood in the hallway glancing in at the man.

Dumbledore took a long look at his pupil. “Harry I am here for two reasons. The first is that Sirius’ will has recently been found,” He paused as he watched guilt cross the young man’s features. “He has left everything to you.”

“ I don’t want it.” Harry said without thinking, “of course the Order can still use Grimauld Place as it’s headquarters.”

“Unfortunately it does not work that way. Sirius was the last living Black. If him leaving you everything is indeed true then we can continue, but if it passes onto the next relation of Sirius it would go to Mr. Malfoy.”

Harry stood up on his feet. “NO! I don’t want Sirius stuff going to that prat.”

“I understand. There is a test to see if you are indeed the heir to the Black fortune.” Dumbledore stated.

“How do I take it?” Harry asked making himself calm down.

“Simple. Kreature.” Dumbledore said.

An audible pop was heard throughout the room. They all looked down to the floor. Harry shivered as his Aunt let out a high pitched shriek. “Shut up.” He yelled at her. Kreature, the mangy house-elf that had belonged to his godfather sat on the floor tears in his eyes.

“I don’t want to serve a blood traitor.” He sobbed out.

“If you are indeed the holder of the Black fortune then Kreature will have to obey you. Go on, give him a order.”

Harry looked at Kreature, “stop crying.” He snapped out. The elf stopped at once his hand closing around his on throat trying to disobey the order.

“Well then. You are indeed Heir of the Blacks.” Dumbledore said clapping his hand together. “Then we shall continue to use Grimauld as the headquarters, as soon as it clear of Mrs. Lestrange.”

“What is that woman doing in Grimauld Place?” Harry demanded.

“The moment she killed Sirius she went their. She about figured out that it was our headquarters. You will have to demand she is removed from the premises.” Harry nodded and did as he was told.

“Um what is the second one Professor?” Harry asked.

“With Voldemort being out in the open to the public I do not think that it is safe for you and your family,” he held up his hand to stop Harry from interrupting, “I feel that it would be safer for you four if we set up a hiding place.”

“I don’t want to hid from him, like some coward.” Harry stated his face slightly turning red.

“I know you don’t. I know you have faced more than any child should have to, yet you are not ready to defeat him. First you need to understand him. Find out why he has become the way he his. He is a puzzle you need to solve before you can move onto the next step.” Harry nodded in understanding.

“Then where is the safe house.”

“Forks, Washington, U.S.A.”

“My family is not uprooting for your kind. We will stay here.” Vernon demanded stomping his foot down. The floor shook as the large walrus of a man tried to make his point.

“Uncle Vernon, It isn’t safe, but if you want to stay and be murdered by a psycho then be my guest. I wont’ stay here with you.” Harry retorted.

“Vernon. I think we should go.” Petunia said her eyes going from Dudley to Harry and then finally to her husband.

Vernon huffed. Harry knew when his Aunt voiced her opinion then the matter was settled. It was always done her way. “Good decision. The house is ready to be moved into. I have your passports,” he reached into his robes and pulled them out, “you have an hour to pack some luggage then you will be escorted to the airport.”

“What about our stuff here?” Dudley asked.

“Don’t worry it will be in your new home once you get there.” The room fell silent.

“Professor, how will I get to Hogwarts?”

“We will discuss that on the way to the airport. Now go and pack some things.” Harry slumped his shoulders in defeat and headed up to his bedroom. He wondered if Ron and Hermione were also being re-located.

Writer's Block: Table for One

2009-02-03T20:42:43Z

Do you ever go out to dinner (at a sit-down restaurant) by yourself?

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No. I dont' think going out to eat by yourself is any fun. I would rather flock to a restaurant with two or more of my friends to have a good time. I will only be at a restaurant by myself if I am waiting on someone to show up. That is the only reason why I would be there.

These writer block questions dont' really give me a motivation to want to write more. They make me think, yet I have a one-two answer for the question. I will stop my complaining mouth from ruining your fun.

I Stand Here, summary

2008-12-18T18:59:52Z

Tara Morgan is a twenty year old thrown into a world of war. A secret organization called the R.A.C, Revolutionary Army of Communists attacks the United States in hopes of taking over the world. The States are divided, spies are everywhere, and strings of attacks can happen at every moment. Tara feels like her own military is not doings it's job in protecting the people, she travels the along the deserted streets to almost abandon towns, cities, striking at the R.A.C. whenever she gets the chance. People start to have a hope that their nation will return to what it had been, as Tara fights for her freedom.

I needed This

2008-12-12T05:45:18Z

I smile as the first drops fall on my skin,

the sweet rain, washing away this pain,

starting anew, with a different view

I needed this,

so I can continue,

I watch silently as the grass grows,

slowly, the time drags by,

people seem motionless

as i walk on by,

I smile, again, as the rain brings joy

I needed this,

Writer's Block: Coast Range

2008-12-11T16:26:10Z

If you had to choose, would you rather live in the mountains or by the ocean?

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Both places. They are marvelous areas in which to live. I would be to have a summer home at the ocean, and a winter home in the mountains. I don't think that I could ever really choose one over the other. It is to me, impossible, so no choosing for me. LOL.

Attraction to Music

2008-12-06T05:06:51Z

~~My Attraction~~

I love music, and I cannot ever get enough of it. I suppose many people are like this is as well. Only their addiction doesn't come from the beats, but something completely different.

What attracts me? I have wondered this many times. There are certains songs I love so much, that they always have this fresh unique sound to them, that makes me able to listen to songs over and over again. Most of these said songs are from Michael Jackson. I dont' care what you say, he is a music genius. He has the freshness in his songs.

Of course it's not fair to just point out Michael Jackson, because their are many artist that have this quality. I'm not going to name them all,but a list of all the songs that I love listening to. I will probably update this entry when more songs come to my mind.

1. Love Lockdown (Kanye West)
2. Smooth Criminal (Michael Jackson)
3. Cruel Summer (Bananarama)
4.  Beat it (Michael Jackson)
5. U and Ur Hand (Pink)
6. Thunder Rolls (Garth Brooks)
7. Brick in the wall (Pink Floyd)
8. Hurricane
9. Headstrong (Trapt)
10. Yeah (Usher)

Well Hello There

2008-11-26T17:16:49Z

I hate, and since hate is a strong word, and I do mean I hate having to introduce myself. I remember in school, every single year for almost every class I would have to get up and say something. I never understood why, since most of my peers already knew me, and I them.

It's the goverments fault that I hate introductions. They seem to want to drag me down. Introductions, not the government. Although the government of late has been letting this here country go to the dogs. I suppose dogs could actually rule it better than the pea brained officials we have in office.

Ah now you see that I have a dislike for the government. Not really, since we the people put those officials in office it should be our fault not the governments. Yet it seems so much better to point the finger at them. When we all know whos' to really blame. I should have more posts on my blog soon. I am just unsure of what to write, and I don't really like that writers block that livejournal hosts. Maybe I can search the web to find something to complain about. LOL. .