Too Much Happiness [ENG]

Titel: Too Much Happiness/100 Prompts
Språk: Engelska
Typ av text: Oneshots/Prompts
Kapitel hittills: 1
Färdigskriven: Nej
Rating: R (Because I'm paranoid)
Beskrivning: 100 oneshots from different point of views and different characters. Starts with Narcissa Malfoy.

Hey everyone! Här är jag med en ny berättelse, men den här gången är den lite annorlunda. Den här ficen kommer bestå av 100 st kapitel, långa som korta. De kommer vara huller om buller, om olika karaktärer, olika ledsna, olika skrivna.. Ja, allt kommer vara olika. De enda de har gemensamt är... tja, att jag har skrivit dem, haha. Hope you enjoy.

Lämna gärna en kommentar, it'd make my day. ♥


(P.s Varje kapitel är skrivet efter rubriken, alltså var det rubriken som formade kapitlet. Varje rubrik är redan bestämd innan jag ens börjat skriva själva kapitlet. Are you with me? That's why it's called a 100 prompts. Yeah. Om du inte förstår min röriga presentation så fråga. Och kommentera. Haha. Nu ska jag sluta, puss.)

1. Crying [Narcissa Malfoy/Voldemort]
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A shiver. Red eyes.

"Please don’t."

Red eyes meeting blue ones. She looked away, desperately trying but failing to hold back the tears that were threatening to escape at any moment.

"Give me a good reason not to, then." He said softly, smiling at her.

His inhuman face was so close to hers, almost as if he was going to kiss her. She could taste the salt from her tears on her dry lips, a taste which she had never liked. The taste of tears. The taste of weakness.

She had never spent so many days without bathing in her entire life or without changing clothes. There were deep circles under her eyes, and her face was pale, going with her blonde and usually luxuriously soft hair, which was now matted and lifeless.

"Don’t." was all she could utter, her voice cracking at the end.

Her eyes met his for one second and she swiftly looked away from the madness that was his tarnished soul.

His smile grew wider as her sobs grew louder.

Interesting, I must say! (Känner mig onaturligt engelsk)

Första ff'en jag bevakar. Brukar inte tycka om ff's, men detta kommer att bli bra! Sjukt kul koncept :-) Lycka till!

Thank you, my friend! (Hahaha, jag gillar att du kommenterar på engelska! It IS written in english, after all!)



Det var riktigt kul att höra! Vad glad jag blir! Och det är roligt att du gillar konceptet, hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it!
Tack!

Bra

Jättebra! ska bevaka

Tack så himla mycket båda två! Hoppas att ni gillar nästa kapitel!

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HEY EVERYONE! Här kommer jag med ett nytt kapitel, den här gången ur Harrys synvinkel. Glöm inte att kommentera (hehe) och om ni inte känner för det men kanske vill fortsätta läsa att trycka på bevaka. På så sätt tappar ni inte bort den här ficen i mängden av andra fina fanfics i forumet.
Puss!


2. Clock (Harry Potter)

Tick. Tock. Tick Tock.

Harry was literally sleeping on his bench. His head was resting quite uncomfortably on his right arm and therefore the ticking noise; his wrist watch.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Firstly, he couldn’t remember where he was. His first thought was that maybe he had fallen asleep in the library whilst trying to study but then he heard the voice of Professor Binns and immediately wished he hadn’t woken up. He sighed.

There was only one student in the classroom that wasn’t half asleep, and that was of course Hermione. She was ambitiously taking notes and scribbling eagerly with her feather pen. The lonely sound of ink being written on parch could be heard in the silence that arose when professor Binns paused to clear his throat.
Harry had never quite understood how Hermione could resist the sleeping hex that was the professor’s voice.
Next to him, Ron was sprawled across his bench, snoring quite loudly, to Hermione’s clear annoyance. Harry gave out a low chuckle as Ron snored extra loudly. No one seemed to notice though (since most of the class was half asleep) least of all the professor himself whose monotone voice never seemed to stop.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Harry eyed his watch. Another hour left. Maybe he should start taking notes, that way the tests would be much easier later on, he knew that.
If Hermione didn’t…? Let him copy her notes?
By the killing looks she was currently giving him, it didn’t seem like that.

I’ll start taking notes next lesson, Harry thought to himself as he could feel his head getting heavy. He leant against his bench, not even trying to listen to the professor.
All that Harry could hear for the rest of the lesson was his own wrist watch,

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

asbra mer!

I love it, helt klart!

TACK båda två! You just made my day (night, haha). Can't even write a worthy response to your awesome reviews, haha. Love ♥
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And on to the next chapter:

3. Moonlight [Remus Lupin]


He sits on his four poster bed with the dark red curtains, thinking about the moon and the stars in the sky; imagining he is a bird that can fly up there amongst his friends with no fear of the bright lamp that hangs above the castle and the nature and beautiful landscape surrounding it. His eyes are a light brown, a muddy colour, a piece of the earth itself, and maybe it’s a sign that he was made to walk this earth. He hopes so.
The castle is silent, the dormitory too; the only sounds heard are the light snores of his friends who are now in their own worlds, places he will never reach, dreams he cannot enter. They can dream of their perfect worlds, their realities and the joys and wonders of life but they can never know him, who he really is, why he always seems to be so tired, or why he really drinks four cups of black coffee every morning.

The feeling of loneliness hits him.

Eleven year old Remus Lupin never sleeps, he just doesn’t. He sits in his bed, quietly pondering, wondering why him.