The Second War (Harry Potter RPG)

[Maki Malfoy]

This is a Harry Potter RPG. It is open to anyone. This is set in the gang's sixth year at Hogwarts. They have to gaurd themselves against Voldemort as well as get through the school year. Also, Harry and his friends have another problem, one very brassed off Malfoy. His father was put away and he wants revenge. As soon as we get the basic characters, we'll start....

Characters:
Harry Potter -
Ronald Weasley - Neo Queen Serenity
Hermione Granger -
Draco Malfoy - Maki Malfoy
Pansy Parkinson -
Professor Severus Snape - Sailor Mercury
Reamus Lupin - Sailor Mercury
Professer Sybil Trewlany - SailorScandinavica
Any Death Eaters -
If there are any characters that you want that I don't have on here, please PM me and I will post them, thanks.

[Sailor Mercury]

If I have the time... I could be Snape, hehehe Or Lupin, even ;D I've RPd as them both before

Or possibly... Luna? Hehe, she's cool I notice she's not on your list though

[pseudonym]

Hmm, I can RP Ron or Draco, er... Malfoy. (Yeah, too much fanfic I say).

SCREEN NAME/PEN NAME:
pseudonym

NAME:
Andie

AGE:
18

# YEARS WRITING:
fanfiction? Oh, about eight now.

FANDOMS:
Sailormoon, Kingdom Hearts, Harry Potter

SPECIALITIES:
character pieces, grammar/spelling, PWP!, angst, drama, song-fics

ARCHIVES:
Fanfiction.net
A Sailormoon Romance
The Dark Arts (Fiction Alley)

SAMPLE(S) OF MY WORK:

Harry Potter
The Ends of A Broomstick
an excerpt from ~ Chapter One:

Good Fortune or Bad Luck?
do not be overjoyed over good fortune and be saddened over bad luck. There are always unforeseeable turns for the better or worse

Harry's head ached. Actually, Harry's whole body ached, it felt as though someone had taken one of Hagrid's rock cakes and beaten him until all of his bones were mangled. To say the pain was excruciating wasn't enough; it hurt to move, and even the slightest fluttering of his eyelids while trying to open them sent a searing pain ripping through his face. What on earth had happened? The last thing Harry could remember was flying in the middle of a horrendous downpour with his glasses flying off of his nose; after that, his mind drew a blank.

Carefully, Harry managed to pry his eyes open, wincing as bright light shone, dilating his pupils into tiny specks in a sea of emerald green. It took a moment for him to shake the sleep-ridden fog that glazed his vision and when he looked up he was taken back to find himself nose to nose with a pale, pointed face. Harry was aggravated and wanted to know why Malfoy's face was less than an inch away from his own and why he was in the infirmary at all. Harry blinked dumbly a few times, wishing he had his glasses, then licked his chapped lips carefully, and poised himself to tell Malfoy to get the hell away from him.

"What the hell are you doing, Malfoy?" Harry hissed through dry lips, untangling his arms from the thick blankets that enveloped him. "Get off me." Grasping Malfoy's shoulders, he shoved the Slytherin as hard as he could, which wasn't much. That lousy push was enough to send pain searing up through his arms; it felt as though someone were taking a white hot blade and searing through his arms and upper back and shoulders. The pain was more than excruciating and Harry squeezed his eyes shut, clenching the blanket and trying to prevent the tears that had sprung to his eyes from dripping messily down his face.

"Watch it, Potter!" Draco spat sharply while straightening out his robe. "Keep your filthy Mudblood-loving hands off me."

"What are you doing here?" Harry repeated softly, yet firmly, ignoring Malfoy's remark and tentatively reaching for his glasses from his bedside table. By the time he had them balanced on his nose, a thin line of sweat had broken out across his forehead. The pain caused by moving was almost unbearable and Malfoy's presence wasn't helping him at all. Slowly, Harry slid his hands to his lap and took a deep breath to help make the discomfort a little more tolerable.

Malfoy shook his head and let out a small, cold laugh as he shoved his hands into his pockets. Harry's eyes narrowed at this action. He was so annoying, to say the least! Just sitting there calmly, as though he didn't have a care in the world. For heaven's sake it was the first day back at Hogwarts and Malfoy was already harassing him; it was too much for Harry to handle at the moment. His patience had worn beyond thin.

"Were you watching me sleep? Waiting for your chance to kill me while I was vulnerable? How typical of you, you coward," Harry accused, watching as his rival approached once again. He stood an inch or two away from the bed.

"Don't flatter yourself! I have much better things to occupy my time with, in which watching you get your beauty rest - though it doesn't seem to do you much good - is the least of my priorities." Malfoy leaned over the bed, a slight smile playing on his lips. He lowered his voice to a whisper and took a step forward. "Besides, if I wanted to kill you, I would have left your disgraceful body laying unconscious on the Quidditch pitch and stomped on your oh-so-fashionable eyewear on my way back in."

Confusion spread across Harry's tired features. "What?"

"You, you stupid git, fell off your broom from twenty feet up. That is why I'm here! Trust you to almost make a splatter of yourself and not even give a thank you to the person who dragged you in... Do you know how expensive my robes are?"

This time Harry opened his mouth, shut it, opened it again, and then shut it again. "What did you say?" he asked, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose, a little habit he had picked up after listening to something that just gave him a headache hearing. So, that meant almost every time Ron and Hermione argued -something that had begun happening quite a bit during the last few months of fifth year - he had a nice trick up his sleeve.

"My, my, it's a wonder you manage to pass your classes. You're ever so articulate."

"Shut up, Malfoy." Gods, Harry was not in the mood for him right now, not that he ever was.

"Oh, that was a good one. You'd think after six years you'd have thought up a better phrase than that."

"Look," snapped Harry, staring at the smug smile that Malfoy was currently displaying. Harry wanted nothing more than to rip his pointed face to shreds. He didn't deserve a thanks, let alone an acknowledgement for what he had presumably done. Harry wouldn't believe that Draco Malfoy would have even got the tips of his shoes splattered with mud for him, not even if someone promised that he would never have to go back to the Dursley's again. Malfoy was just toying with his mind. Yes, that was it. But, it still didn't explain why he was in the hospital wing. "Just say what you came here to say and then leave. Can't you just give me one day here without bugging me?"

"Fine," was the answer after a few moments of silence. Or maybe he didn't actually think about it, but either way the ease at which he gave in surprised Harry; Malfoy never gave him what he wanted when he asked. Slinking his way around to the other side of the bed, so that he could lean over Harry once again. "I'll leave after you promise me one thing."'

"I'm not promising you anything."

"Then I'm not leaving and you'll have to endure my exceptionally witty comments until I feel like leaving."

Harry let out an exasperated sigh.

[SailorScandinavica]

Crap, I wanted to be Snape 'cause that's an easy part to play. You just come in and say the words:

"Five points of for Gryffindor"

Anyway, I can be prof. Trelawney instead, I think she's cool.

[ninetales]

Trelawney? Fearsome....

[pseudonym]

Ehh.. if you need a Harry as well, I suppose I could do him. We need the main characters filled, don't we?
-Andie

[Eternal Moon Sailor]

I could be Hermione

[Princess of the darkness & sun]

i WELL Play one i dont care it just has to be semi easy plz

[Jess]

Well, since Hermione is already being asked for could I pretty please play the role as Sirius Black or Professor McGonagall?

[SuperSailorMercury]

I LOVE HARRY POTTER! I wouldn't mind RPing for Hermione.