26 anniversary

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONIC!!! … oh, wait….

crap, I’m late again… Dang it! And I planned to not miss it this year :/

Y’see? THIS is why you should never trust me with deadlines.

(( in my defense, i finished this yesterday but it was 1am so yeah…)) 




- Wedding Series

- Pregnancy Series

- Chance Meetings

- Heart Strings


I’ll Always Save You (Harry Styles/Vampire Diaries crossover

You’re a Ghost Hunter (Harry)


#1 How You Meet

#2 He Hears You Singing One of His Songs

#3 You Cheat with Him 

#4 He Finds Out a Secret from Your Past

#5 He’s Sick 

#6 The Other Boys Don’t Like You 

#7 You Pass Out

#8 He Finds Out You Have OCD

#9 He Tweets You A Photo

#10 You Have Anxiety / Panic Attack

#11 Another Boy Tweets A Photo Of You

#12 You’re Younger Than Him

#13 Big & Little Spoon

#14 Something Of His That You Always Steal

#15 You’re His Celebrity Crush

#16 He Gets Jealous

#17 Baby Falls Asleep On Him

#18 His Child Calls You Mummy

#19 Pet You Get Together

#20 Another Boy Tweets A Photo Of Your Child

#21 You Dated Another Member Before Him

#22 Love Bites

#23 Past Abuse

#24 Daddy Son Moment 

#25 He Falls Asleep On You

#26 He Forgets Your Anniversary

#27 You Cheat On Him With Another Member

#28 You Fight And Break Up

#29 Daddy Daughter Moment

#30 You Get Hurt

#31 You Get Hate

#32 You See Him Cry for the First Time

#33 He Comforts You After a Loss

Here's to 20 years

Here’s to the kids lining up at every book launch.
Here’s to the book clubs that started
Here’s to aspiring authors who found their passion
Here’s to the largest collection fan fiction
Here’s to girls who found their voice while reading about an insufferable know it all who went on to conquer the world
Here’s to the boys who discovered that not all boys had to be brave all the time
Here’s to the kids who found hope of a better life
Here’s to the people who found a home in an old Scottish castle
Here’s to four houses in which we discovered ourselves
Here’s to the teenagers who battled depression and overcame it with the help of a few books and movies
Here’s to the misfits reading the new books at parties
Here’s to the millions of people who flooded the movie theatres
Here’s to the wands, scarves and ties
Here’s to a trio of friends we grew up with, identified with
Here’s to a family we all felt jealous of, but still felt apart of
Here’s to a Queen of an author who brought us a world that felt real and alive, who taught us how to believe in not only magic but in hope and love and most importantly, ourselves.
So tonight, let us all raise a glass to 20 years. 20 years full of magic, beauty, friendship and love.


Fight Night at The Joe - March 26, 1997
20 Year Anniversary

The Beatles, Hamburg, 26 June 1966. Photo © Staatsarchiv Hamburg/conti-press, presumably.

The Hamburg press conference was, like those in Munich and Essen in the days preceeding it, filled with inane questions… such as:

Q: “George, what about the parties?”

George Harrison: “What parties?”

Paul McCartney: “Any party. Do you wanna go?”

GH: “What about what about the parties?“


Q: “Kisses?”

JL: “What about them? Do you want some?”

PM: “Later! Okay. You can do it later.”

Preference #26-He Forgets Your Anniversary (Harry)

A/N: There are pictures after the fic to show what the cake looks like, in case you aren’t sure what any of the things mentioned are.

You awoke before Harry, and quickly got out bed, getting dressed as silently as you could. You went downstairs and placed the vase full of flowers that you’d gotten him in the middle of the table. You went over to the stove, and began to make Harry’s favorite breakfast. When you were halfway done with cooking, you heard Harry’s footsteps on the stairs.

“Good morning, love,” Harry sleepily said, putting his arms around your waist. “Something smells good.”

“Good morning, Harry,” You laughed, turning and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I made breakfast for you.”

“And who are the flowers for?” Harry inquired.

“You, of course,” You replied, moving what you were cooking to a plate. You placed it at the table, and put silverware next to it, before getting started on making what you wanted to eat.

“I’m going to go out with the lads this morning,” Harry said, taking a sip of his water. “Want to tag along?”

“You’re….you’re going to see Niall, Liam and Louis?” You inquired. Harry nodded, and you bit your lower lip. “I think I’ll stay here. I have a lot to get done.”

“Okay, love,” Harry said, continuing to eat. A few minutes later he stood, and placed his dishes in the sink. He came over to your side of the table, and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Thank you for breakfast, (Y/N). It was delicious.”

“You’re welcome,” You replied, as Harry left to get dressed. You sighed, wondering if he had remembered that today was your anniversary.

“I’m heading out now, (Y/N). Are you sure you don’t want to come?” Harry asked, standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

“I’m sure, Harry. I’ll see you later,” You replied. Harry looked at you for a moment, his brow furrowed, before coming over to you.

“Are you okay, love?” He asked, putting his arms around you.

“I’m okay,” You murmured, leaning your head against his shoulder. He held you close, pressing his lips gently to your forehead.

“You better get going. Don’t want to keep the lads waiting,” You murmured, stepping away from him.

“I love you, (Y/N),” Harry said, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“I love you, Harry,” You quietly said. He turned and left, and you started to wash the dishes from breakfast. When you were done, you began to cook Harry’s favorite meal for dinner, and getting out the ingredients to bake a cake. Hours passed, and dinner was done. You put it in the refrigerator, before moving on to the cake. You put four tiers in the oven to bake, and then started to make the frosting. You took the cake out of the oven and left it cool, going upstairs to sit for a moment. You picked up your phone, and began to scroll through Twitter, wanting to see what your friends were up to. After a while, you went back downstairs and began to frost the cake. You put a circle of fruit on the top, and then wrote in the center, ‘Happy Anniversary’. You piped on Lilies of the Valley, and drop strings along the side of the cake. You stepped back from it, smiling at the way it had come together. Taking out your phone, you took a few photographs, before carefully placing the cake in the fridge. Afterwards, you looked at the clock, and saw that it was later than you’d thought. You hurried to get a tablecloth from the closet, placing it on the table and smoothing it out. You set out the good dishes that you’d bought, along with the crystal glasses. Taking out a bottle of Harry’s favorite wine and a bottle of sparkling apple cider, you had placed them on the table. You then got out the candlesticks and candles, and placed them on the table. Stepping back, you looked at the table, and hoped that Harry would like it. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you dialled Harry’s number while walking upstairs to get changed.

“(Y/N)?” Harry said, when he picked up.

“Hey,” You said, picking up the outfit you’d chosen to wear tonight. “I was just wondering when you’d be home.”

“In about an hour, love,” Harry replied. There was the sound of cheering, and you wondered what was happening.

“Okay. See you then,” You said. “Love you.”

“Love you too, (Y/N),” Harry said, before hanging up. You showered quickly and got changed, wanting to have enough time for dinner to be ready. You went downstairs and put it in the oven to warm up, and then placed in on the plates. You took a seat at the table, waiting for Harry to come home. You noted that passing of the time, and started to worry that something had happened. You called him again, and he answered, but you couldn’t hear him over the music in the background. After another hour, you gave up, and put the food away. You went upstairs and changed out of your outfit, before getting into bed. Pulling the covers over you, you buried your face in the pillow and began to cry. You fell asleep that way, waking only when you felt the bed next to you settle. You turned your back towards Harry, not wanting to see him.

“Love?” He quietly said. You ignored him, falling back asleep. You awoke the next morning to an empty bed, and slowly got up. You went downstairs, to find Harry at the stove, cooking.

“Harry?” You quietly said.

“Love,” Harry murmured, putting down his spatula and coming over to you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. “I’m so sorry. I came home last night and saw all that you’d done, and I’m so sorry, love.”

“You forgot our anniversary, Harry,” You murmured.

“I know. I messed up, love. I know it won’t make up for me forgetting, but I made your favorite  breakfast and I have something planned for today,” Harry replied.

“Okay.” You replied. Harry pulled out a chair for you, and then placed your breakfast in front of  you. You ate, and then went and got dressed. Harry took you to all your favorite places that day, and then the two of you went home.

“What do you say we get in our pajamas, put on a movie and eat some of that dinner that you made us?” Harry inquired.

“Okay,” You replied. The two of you changed, and Harry brought in plates of the dinner you’d made.

“How about you pick a movie, love?” Harry asked. You nodded, settling on one of your favorite movies. Harry smiled, and then the two of you began to eat. Halfway through the movie, Harry set his plate down, and turned towards you.

“Can we talk about something, love?” He inquired.

“Alright,” You murmured, wondering what was going on.

“It’s been two years since we started dating, and I want you to know that those have been the best two years of my life. You’ve supported me, been there for me, and I am so happy being with you. I love you, (Y/N). Will you marry me?” Harry asked, getting down on one knee.

“Yes,” You whispered, covering your mouth with a shaking hand. “I’ll marry you, Harry. I love you.” Harry slipped the ring on your finger, and then sat next to you on the couch. He gently pressed his lips against yours, before cuddling next to you. You leaned your head against his shoulder, glad that your anniversary hadn’t turned out the way you thought it would.

Written by Angel xx

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Dear Neville,

All your life’s been about is finding things. Your robes, new friends, courage and occassionally Trevor.
Trelawney’s prophecy could’ve been about you but without you there would not have been the Boy Who Lived.
You stood up to Harry, Ron and Hermione. You did not look for glory or for adventure. You looked for what was right. And in the end it was you, who brought the House Cup to Gryffindor.
You brought Harry Gillyweed. Of course, without you, the great Harry Potter wouldn’t have been able to save Ron if it weren’t for you.
You lost your parents to a madwoman at a young age but instead became someone better, stronger, braver. Someone who could be counted on, someone who could lead, someone Harry could trust to kill Nagini.
But your worth is not measured by the people around you. You are not defined by your Boggart form but how well you manage to use the Riddikulus charm.
You are not just Harry’s friend, you lead the DA.
Frankly, people don’t talk enough about this kind of Gryffindor, the fearful yet brave ones, the timid yet leading ones, the ones (I think) who still wouldn’t join Voldemort even if hell froze over.
Here’s to you Neville. Hope your Herbology lessons are going well.