I just wrote two papers, read one text, and have two hundred more pages to read before tomorrow. …All I can think to myself is where is a time turner when I need one! I should really learn to just get it all done when I have the time, like I should have done over the weekend. Oh well. I guess I just need to pull out my Hufflepuff hard worker attitude and push through it.

Wish me luck! Merlin’s pants, I’m going to need it.

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Posted by on September 27, 2011 in My life with Harry


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Google Chrome Commercials

Lately the Google Chrome commercials ft. YouTube have been some of my favorites on TV. They leave me feeling almost as inspired as the Levi’s commercials on Hulu. <–I should have studied computer science, but I just liked reading too gosh darn much.

I’ve made up a story. I’m writing it down as I tell it to my brand new nephew. He inspires me to write stories he may relate to one day. (He’s only two weeks old after all.) But I think he likes my characters, and I think they can understand one another. I know that doesn’t seem to make sense, but writes know what I mean. Right?

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Posted by on September 25, 2011 in Uncategorized


In Which Remus Confesses Part 2

Warning: This next chapter gets a PG13 rating. You’ve been warned.


She was there beside me, but not for long. One stroke of her thigh, one caress of her palm and she was on my lap. Our kisses were feverish. I needed to feel more.

I couldn’t help myself when my hands moved to feel her skin, tracing my fingers down her back and slipping them under her shirt. They crept up her back toward her breasts, caressing her through the cotton fabric of her bra.

I couldn’t help but let out a sigh combined with a smile. Cotton. How very practical of her.

“Wait,” she said.

I paused in my ministrations, removing my hands from under her shirt. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Are we still moving too fast?” I hoped with all my might her answer would be no.

“No,” she said, a smile in her voice. “No, we are moving at a perfect speed.”

Good I thought and moved to kiss her again, perhaps begin where we left off but she pulled back again. I wouldn’t be stopped so easily though. Her neck looked just as enticing as her lips. But she wasn’t responding.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, only slightly worried.

“Tell me Remus.”

She said it as a statement, not a question. But I was still confused.

“Tell you what?”

“You know what.” She said in a breathy voice, then paused and continued, “Tell me your secret. Tell me what you are not telling me.”

I froze, tensed, looking directly at her neck, not moving my gaze. “I can’t. You know I can’t.”

“There’s no such word,” she corrected, no doubt thinking about our earlier conversation.

But right now, there was such a word. I really couldn’t tell her. If she knew, we’re done. There is no way she would want to continue our late night meetings let alone hold her hand while we walk through the hallways. Our relationship would be over. She simply didn’t understand that.

I moved to get up, feeling rather than seeing her move her leg so that I could go. As I stood, she grabbed the hem of my shirt.

“Wait,” I heard her whisper pleadingly. “Please.”

I couldn’t help it. My hands raked through my hair before I could stop them and sighed at the unconscious gesture as much as the enticing note in her voice. Would it really be that horrible to tell her?

Yes, I thought. It would be. She will never want to be with me after she knows. She’ll only see a monster.

“What do you want from me?” I asked.

“I just want to know,” she answered as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

After a minute she walked in front of me, but I couldn’t see her right now. I sidestepped her and moved toward my staircase, intending to ignore this situation until it went away.

But she placed a hand on my shoulder, and, try as I might, I could not leave her touch. She turned me around, but I couldn’t look at her.

I was suddenly angry. I couldn’t tell her. Why couldn’t she just understand that? Why couldn’t she just accept that and move on? Why couldn’t she just let good be good? She had to go screw it up with her questions. She had to go end it.

“What?” I said louder than I had initially intended, but I was frustrated.

She winced.

“Why can’t you tell me?” she asked, refusing to back down, holding my hands in hers.

I couldn’t tell her, I couldn’t because, “You won’t want to be with me anymore.” It took me a moment to realize I said that out loud. It’s in my thoughts constantly. She won’t want to be with me anymore, “And I can’t lose you.”

“Remus,” she began, and I readied myself, thinking she would not want someone so weak as to think such things, “I’ll always want to be with you. No matter what you say.”

I laughed lightly. How naive.

But she moved her hand to my cheek and caressed me so tenderly that I couldn’t help but think there was love in the gesture.

“I won’t leave. I promise,” she said, and I believed her.

If James, Sirius, and Peter could stay, why couldn’t she? If Dumbledore could accept it, why couldn’t she? Maybe if I tell her, maybe if I tell her, it will be ok. I swallowed heavily. Looking at our hands, moving the pad of my thumb across her palm, noticing how she managed to intertwine our fingers, I whispered, “I’m a werewolf,” and waited for her reaction. Waited for her to yank those small, beautiful hands away from mine. Waited for her face to contort in anger and disgust.

Just as she took away one of her hands, I was prepared for her to step away all together. Instead she moved that hand to my face and gently made me look at her.

“Tell me again,” she said but not in a disbelieving way, simply in a way that stated she needed to hear it again.

I looked at her resolutely. If she was going to leave me, I wouldn’t let her last memory of me be as a small, meek man. “I am a werewolf.”

She looked me right and eyes and let out a breath she seemed to be holding.

I looked at her a bit confused as she put her arms around me. What was she doing? I needed to leave.

But then said calmly to me, “Remus. I love you. No matter what.”

I couldn’t stand it. Not if it was a lie. I pushed her off me but grabbed her arms before she could truly leave. I needed to feel her. To know she was still next to me. That she wasn’t pulling away. That she proclaimed herself to me in a way I thought no woman ever could. I needed to hear it again.

“Tell me again.”

She smiled slightly, “Remus,” she began, “I love you,” I smiled at her too, “no matter what” She finished with my favorite part. No matter what.

I don’t know if it was accidental magic or if it was my imagination but the fire in the fireplace blazed, and I couldn’t help but kiss her. I wanted her now, in that moment, more than anything else in my life. I broke the kiss, but she grabbed my hand.

“I love you too,” I said softly but with conviction. I took her up the boys’ staircase. We both knew what came next.


Posted by on September 25, 2011 in Fan fictions


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In which Remus confesses

We were in the common room alone, again; not that either of us minded much. Within minutes I had straddled his lap, hands clutching at his dirty blond hair, his hands slipped under my shirt: warm palms on cool skin. We couldn’t last much longer like this.

I pulled back from him, leaving him sighing near the nape of my neck.


“What’s wrong? Are we still moving too fast?”

“No,” I smiled on his hair, “no, we are moving at a perfect speed.”

He moved to kiss my lips again but I pulled back. He didn’t mind and moved to my neck instead.

“What’s wrong?” he breathed.

“Tell me Remus.”

“Tell you what?”

“You know what.” I hesitated momentarily. “Tell me your secret. Tell me what you’re not telling me.”

“I cant. You know I cant.”

I smirked at him, having just had this conversation earlier: “There’s no such word.”

He moved to get up. I slung my leg back over so he could stand but grabbed the bottom of his shirt before he could get too far way.

“Wait,” I pleaded. “Please.”

He pulled his hands through his hair, sighing again, this time in frustration.

“What do you want from me?”

“I just want to know.”

Minutes passed. I shifted to stand and moved infront of him. He moved away, walking toward the boys’ staircase. I grabbed his shoulder before he reached the first step. Putting pressure on that shoulder he took the hint and turned toward me but he didn’t look at me; staring instead at a point somewhere above my head. He looked scary; as if he was ready to run and attack at the same time.

“What?” he practically shouted.

I winced. He noticed.

‘Why cant you tell me?” I asked, holding both his hands in mine.

“You won’t want to be with me anymore.” He said in a voice so small I wasn’t sure he had actually said anything. “And I can’t lose you.”

“Remus. I’ll always want to be with you. No matter what you say.”

He laughed as if he didn’t believe me. As if his secret was too horrible to believe me.

I stroked his cheek. “I won’t leave. I promise.”

He swallowed, not looking at me but at our hands, “I’m a werewolf.” He whispered hesitating before the last word.

I tilted his head so his eyes could see mine, even if he didn’t want to look in them. “Tell me again.”

He looked at me resolutely, as if nothing could harm him, putting up all his barriers that took me months to break down.

“I’m a werewolf.”

I looked at him, having already known, and exhaled. He finally looked at me as I snaked my arms around his neck but kept his body stiff, ready to run.

“Remus. I love you. No matter what.”

He pushed me off him, keeping his hand on my arms.

“Tell me again,” he said, eyes closed.

“Remus. I love you. No matter what.”

The fire in the common room blazed as Remus took me in his arms, pressed to his body to mine in a rough, wanting kiss before we finally broke apart. Both knowing what came next.

“I love you too,” he whispered as he led me to his room.


Posted by on September 16, 2011 in Fan fictions


Campus Quidditch Team

I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather lately–few sniffles here, cough or two there–so when I got out of class last night my day was made ten times better because I saw my school’s quidditch team advertising on the sidewalks. I would totally go to these quidditch matches if I didn’t have work when they got together! I feel like that would be my meet-in-life Harry Potter community. As much as I love communicating with you guys on here or on Twitter (@MyLifeWithHarry), I love talking to people in person! As a result (yes, I really do say dorky things like as a result), I’m thinking of starting a Harry Potter book club and read through the series again with other people on campus. I think it could be fun! What do you guys think?


Also, the other day I was at Menards with my folks when I saw this giant camping chair that I thought you all would like to look at. I fully realize that if Hagrid were to ever go camping, he wouldn’t need a camping chair because he’s more of a sit-on-a-tree-stump kind of guy, but still, it’s fun to think about. And that’s what this wordpress and my twitter are all about right? Finding the magic of Harry Potter in everyday life. : )


Posted by on September 14, 2011 in My life with Harry


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Snape Number One?

So, posted a link to the above Guardian article detailing the top 40 favorite Harry Potter characters. If it was up to me, my top five would be the following, and here’s why:

1) Harry Potter: How can we not love Harry? He is the character that takes us through the series; his accomplishments and failures, sorrows and smiles become ours. We were heartbroken when Sirius died not only because he was Sirius, an all around awesome character, but because he was like Harry’s second father, Harry’s second chance at a good home. Harry was not the only person to discover he was a wizard twenty years ago today, we all discovered it too.

2) Hermione Granger: I love Hermione! She’s smart, fun, dedicated, loyal, what’s not to like about her? I feel like she would make an awesome friend : ) (Actually, I’ll let you in a little secret, Hermione is already my friend.)

3) Remus Lupin: To be honest, I feel like if Remus was a flesh and blood person I would be all over him, even if he is twelve years older than me. Remus was not originally one my favorite characters, but through various fanfictions and the way he was portrayed there, he quickly developed into one my favorites. Is that a lame reason to put him at number three?

4)The Burrow: I know this seems weird, but I couldn’t just pick one Weasley as my favorite. I love them all, even Percy. The Burrow holds them all, it has a magic of its own, it has seen lives that I can only dream of. I love it!

5) Dobby: A loyal friend through and through, no one could ask for anyone better! He was brave, trustworthy, and unique, all the qualities we all long to have at some point in our lives.

Honorable mentions: Colin Creevy, Luna Lovegood, Hagrid, Draco Malfoy, and Albus Dumbledore.

Who make up your top five? Let me know in a comment below or via Twitter @MyLiveWithHarry

The full top 40

1. Severus Snape
2. Hermione Granger
3. Sirius Black
4. Harry Potter
5. Ron Weasley
6. Luna Lovegood
7. Ginny Weasley
8. Albus Dumbledore
9. Dobby
10. Draco Malfoy
11. Remus Lupin
12. Neville Longbottom
13. Fred Weasley
14. Bellatrix Lestrange
15. Minerva McGonagall
16. Rubeus Hagrid
17. Lord Voldemort
18. Nymphadora Tonks
19. Gilderoy Lockhart
20. George Weasley
21. James Potter
22. Hedwig
23. Lily Potter
24. Lucius Malfoy
25. Molly Weasley
26. Cedric Diggory
27. Alastor Moody
28. Arthur Weasley
29. Kreacher
30. Dementors
31. Dolores Umbridge
32. Moaning Myrtle
33. Sybill Trelawney
34. Rita Skeeter
35. Filius Flitwick
36. Argus Filch
37. Dudley Dursley
38. Vincent Crabbe
39. Gregory Goyle
40. Cornelius Fudge

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Posted by on September 1, 2011 in My life with Harry


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I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good!

Look what I found!!! Last week, while obsessing over Harry Potter with a good friend of mine, she and I went shopping and found this! We couldn’t read what it said on the inside because the card is wrapped in plastic and it didn’t give a preview on the back, but I had to take a picture of it and share it with all of you. : )

I’m sure this probably one hundred percent illegal, but what’s legality when it comes to Harry Potter, eh? We all want to share in the magic right? But seriously, they probably shouldn’t have done this. …

In my night class yesterday, my instructor spent a good ten minutes talking about the beauty of Harry Potter, how she has read it a few times and how well planned out the series is as a whole. Of course I agreed with everything she said, and if you could have spent the entire class talking about the series, you had better believe it would have been the best class of the semester, even if it was only the first. : )

At the end of this class, a long sixteen weeks away, I will have to present a new young adult novel to the class. I’m thinking of presenting a Sonya Sones book titled What my Mother Doesn’t Know or Gail Giles’ Dead Girls Don’t Write Letters. I think I’m leaning toward the Giles text.

Do you have any suggestions? Please let me know in the comments below, or you can tweet me @mylifewithharry.

Oh, and P.S., a picture of the chocolate frog I had not too long ago! : ) Yum!


Posted by on August 25, 2011 in My life with Harry


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