Milky: Final like fanfic

Hey guys. I changed the beginning and the end of the first draft. It's quite bit different.

Pls let me know what you think.

Sora, an ordinary thirteen year old boy, lived in a big city called Koriko. One day, he was standing in the middle of his bedroom, staring at his book shelves where his favourite story books are neatly arranged. His took a book of the shelves and sat down. The front cover had a picture of Auntie Kiki flying on a broom saving Tombo’s life. Both of them are smiling in the picture but Sora’s mum has told him that it was really difficult as her magical power was weak at that time. He closed his eyes and held the book very tight in his chest. It has been thirteen years since the day Auntie Kiki saved the life of a young boy called Tombo who fell off an air ship. Sora had grown up listening to his mum telling the story about her.

He gazed at the picture and sighed…..
“I wish I could fly like her. It’d be so cool….”
But it didn’t matter how many times he read the story or dreamed about flying, it didn’t mean that he could fly.
Sora heard his mother yelling.
“Kiki. Are you ready to go to Okusama’s place?”
“In a minute, Osono!”, said Kiki from her bedroom upstairs.
“Sora? Sora? Where are you?”, said Osono.
“Coming!!” said Sora in a grumpy face. He put away the book nicely on the shelves and turned to the door. He knew that he was about to be asked to look after Kaze and the bakery while his mother and auntie Kiki visited their friend’s house. They go every Thursday afternoon for what they call ‘ladies afternoon tea time’.
“Oh, don’t look so grumpy. We won’t be too long today. We are just dropping off some bread that Okusama has asked us to bring. She isn’t well you see.”
“I know”, said Sora, still looking grumpy.
“You look after Kaze and the shop while we are gone, please? If anything happens, you can always call your father. He is upstairs, sleeping.”
“hmm…Okay.”

Sora sat on the chair behind the counter and took a biscuit from the basket next to him. As he munched the biscuit, he looked out the window. He could see his mother and auntie Kiki walking away from the bakery. He watched them until they disappeared from the sight and then sighed. ‘I wish I could fly like auntie Kiki. She is so cool when she flies on her broom sti……’
Sora’s eyes caught auntie’s broom stick. It was leaning on the wall close to the door which leads to the kitchen. He could hear his heart pounding faster.
‘I wonder if I just…..play with it again.’
He looked around. “Well, no one's watching” he said to himself. He then quickly hopped off the chair and walked around the counter. When his hand nearly touched the broom stick, someone yelled.
“Sora! Don’t even think about it!”
Sora turned around and saw Kaze running towards him from the kitchen. She was wearing a yellow dress which has a large picture of sun flower in the front. But it was covered in paint. She must’ve been doing some painting in the lounge.
Sora gave Kaze an annoyed look and said “Think about what?”
“I know you were just trying to play with auntie Kiki’s broom. Mum always tells us not to play with it!”
“Shh. Be quiet. You might wake Dad up. eyIf you don’t tell mum, you can have a little go too. And I won’t tell her either.” He grinned at Kaze and continued.
“Who knows. You might be able to fly a bit like me.”
Sora lied. But this seemed to be the only way to persuade Kaze to let him play with the broom.
Kaze looked up at his face.
“You can’t fly!” said Kaze in angry voice.
“Yes I can. Well, only a bit though. Do you wanna see it?”
“Go on then. Let’s see it.”
Sora stepped over the broom stick. He has played with Kiki’s broom stick before. He has never actually flown only managing to lift a few inches off the floor before.
He breathed in and out, trying to stay calm. He stared at the tip of the broom stick, trying to concentrate. Then lightly, he kicked the floor. His body slowly went up in the air. After ten seconds, he landed back.
“Wow!! You really did it! You looked like a wizard!”, said Kaze in excitement.
“Do you think I could do that too?”
“Well, you gotta try”, said Sora as he stepped off the broom stick. He handed it over to Kaze.
Kaze hesitated and said “I’m scared. You remember the story about how auntie Kiki lost control of her old broom stick when she was trying to rescue Tombo, don’t you?”
“That was not a broom stick. Auntie said it was a push-broom that she borrowed from an old man. It wasn’t hers”, said Sora impatiently.
“But….”, said Kaze in frightened voice, tears coming out of her eyes. She looked up at Sora’s face, begging him to hop on the broom stick with her. Sora didn’t like the look on his sister’s face. She always gets her own way, he thought. If she was so scared, why doesn’t she just give up and watch me fly again? Bloody woman! Sora shook his head.
“All right, all right! Stop crying! But you have to hop on the back though coz I need to see where I’m going”.
Kaze nodded as she wiped tears from her eyes with her sleeves. Now her face was covered in paint.
“Are you ready?”
“…y…yes….”
Sora held the broom stick tight. He knew that he probably had to concentrate more to lift two people this time.
When he was just about to kick the floor, the front door of the bakery swung opened.
Osono and Kiki were standing outside the door, looking at two in shocked and terrified face.
“What are you two……!!!!”, said Osono. Sora could tell the anger rising in her mother’s face.
He could only think of doing one thing.
“Hold me tight, Kaze!” said Sora, kicking the floor as hard as he can. The broom lifted about one metre high. He bent his body forward so he could fly fast towards the door which was wide open.
They flew out of the bakery to the blue sky. The broom carried them higher and higher.
Sora could hear his mother screaming, “Nooooo!! Sora!! Kaze!! Get back here!!!”
Sora looked down and he saw his mother’s and Kiki’s face getting smaller and smaller. Then he looked away to the blue sky above him.
“Where are we going?”, shouted Kaze who was now gripping Sora’s shirts firmly, trying not to fall off the broom stick.
Sora looked at her and grinned.
“To Hogwarts!!”
He clutched the broom stick tightly and quickly disappeared from the sight of his mother and Kiki.

Milky: final like fanfic

I changed the beginning and the end of the fanfic. Pls let me know what you think of it.



Sora, an ordinal thirteen year old boy, lived in a big city called Koriko. One day, he was standing in the middle of his bedroom, staring at his book shelves where his favourite story books are neatly arranged. His took a book of the shelves and sat down. The front cover had a picture of Auntie Kiki flying on a broom saving Tombo’s life. Both of them are smiling in the picture but Sora’s mum has told him that it was really difficult as her magical power was weak at that time. He closed his eyes and held the book very tight in his chest. It has been thirteen years since the day Auntie Kiki saved the life of a young boy called Tombo who fell off an air ship. Sora had grown up listening to his mum telling the story about her.





He gazed at the picture and sighed…..
“I wish I could fly like her. It’d be so cool….”
But it didn’t matter how many times he read the story or dreamed about flying, it didn’t mean that he could fly.
Sora heard his mother yelling.
“Kiki. Are you ready to go to Okusama’s place?”
“In a minute, Osono!”, said Kiki from her bedroom upstairs.
“Sora? Sora? Where are you?”, said Osono.
“Coming!!” said Sora in a grumpy face. He put away the book nicely on the shelves and turned to the door. He knew that he was about to be asked to look after Kaze and the bakery while his mother and auntie Kiki visited their friend’s house. They go every Thursday afternoon for what they call ‘ladies afternoon tea time’.

“Oh, don’t look so grumpy. We won’t be too long today. We are just dropping off some bread that Okusama has asked us to bring. She isn’t well you see.”
“I know”, said Sora, still looking grumpy.
“You look after Kaze and the shop while we are gone, please? If anything happens, you can always call your father. He is upstairs, sleeping.”
“hmm…Okay.”


Sora sat on the chair behind the counter and took a biscuit from the basket next to him. As he munched the biscuit, he looked out the window. He could see his mother and auntie Kiki walking away from the bakery. He watched them until they disappeared from the sight and then sighed.
‘I wish I could fly like auntie Kiki. She is so cool when she flies on her broom sti……’
Sora’s eyes caught auntie’s broom stick. It was leaning on the wall close to the door which leads to the kitchen. He could hear his heart pounding faster.
‘I wonder if I just…..play with it again.’
He looked around. “No one seems to be watching” he said to himself. He then quickly hopped off the chair and walked around the counter. When his hand nearly touched the broom stick, someone yelled.
“Sora! Don’t even think about it!”
Sora turned around and saw Kaze running towards him from the kitchen. She was wearing a yellow dress which has a large picture of sun flower in the front. But it was covered in paint. She must’ve been doing some painting in the lounge.
Sora gave Kaze an annoyed look and said “Think about what?”
“I know you were just trying to play with auntie Kiki’s broom. Mum always tells us not to play with it!”
“Shh. Be quiet. You might wake Dad up. eyIf you don’t tell mum, you can have a little go too. And I won’t tell her either.” He grinned at Kaze and continued.
“Who knows. You might be able to fly a bit like me.”
Sora lied. But this seemed to be the only way to persuade Kaze to let him play with the broom.
Kaze looked up at his face.
“You can’t fly!” said Kaze in angry voice.
“Yes I can. Well, only a bit though. Do you wanna see it?”
“Go on then. Let’s see it.”
Sora stepped over the broom stick. He has played with Kiki’s broom stick before. He has never actually flown only managing to lift a few inches off the floor before.
He breathed in and out, trying to stay calm. He stared at the tip of the broom stick, trying to concentrate. Then lightly, he kicked the floor. His body slowly went up in the air. After ten seconds, he landed back.
“Wow!! You really did it! You looked like a wizard!”, said Kaze in excitement.
“Do you think I could do that too?”
“Well, you gotta try”, said Sora as he stepped off the broom stick. He handed it over to Kaze.
Kaze hesitated and said “I’m scared. You remember the story about how auntie Kiki lost control of her old broom stick when she was trying to rescue Tombo, don’t you?”
“That was not a broom stick. Auntie said it was a push-broom that she borrowed from an old man. It wasn’t hers”, said Sora impatiently.
“But….”, said Kaze in frightened voice, tears coming out of her eyes. She looked up at Sora’s face, begging him to hop on the broom stick with her. Sora didn’t like the look on his sister’s face. She always gets her own way, he thought. If she was so scared, why doesn’t she just give up and watch me fly again? Bloody woman! Sora shook his head.
“All right, all right! Stop crying! But you have to hop on the back though coz I need to see where I’m going”.
Kaze nodded as she wiped tears from her eyes with her sleeves. Now her face was covered in paint.
“Are you ready?”
“…y…yes….”
Sora held the broom stick tight. He knew that he probably had to concentrate more to lift two people this time.
When he was just about to kick the floor, the front door of the bakery swung opened.
Osono and Kiki were standing outside the door, looking at two in shocked and terrified face.
“What are you two……!!!!”, said Osono. Sora could tell the anger rising in her mother’s face.
He could only think of doing one thing.
“Hold me tight, Kaze!” said Sora, kicking the floor as hard as he can. The broom lifted about one metre high. He bent his body forward so he could fly fast towards the door which was wide open.
They flew out of the bakery to the blue sky. The broom carried them higher and higher.
Sora could hear his mother screaming, “Nooooo!! Sora!! Kaze!! Get back here!!!”
Sora looked down and he saw his mother’s and Kiki’s face getting smaller and smaller. Then he looked away to the blue sky above him.
“Where are we going?”, shouted Kaze who was now gripping Sora’s shirts firmly, trying not to fall off the broom stick.
Sora looked at her and grinned.
“To Hogwarts!!”
He clutched the broom stick tightly and quickly disappeared from the sight of his mother and Kiki.

If you're reading this

Ok i guess it's my turn then, this is my draft (sort of) as i am not completely satisfied.

However i hope you guys like it, and that it's not confusing to you.

It is a Harry Potter fan fic, based on the song 'If you're reading this' by Tim McGraw, i can post the lyrics if anyone wants to see them? (let me know)

Also if you have read the books or don't care about spoilers, i found this video on youtube which i thought fit really well with the story:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B8TJ3ZbLQQE

Other than that, enjoy!

Ida xxx

(click on my name and you'll get to my fanfiction.net profile)

If you’re reading this

The curled-up letter was lying at his feet; he hesitated for a moment before picking it up again, uncurling it as he got back up to his feet. It was wrinkled and the writing had started to smudge off slightly, the paper having been curled and uncurled countless times, the beautiful handwriting still stared up at him, urging him to read the words.He ran his fingers through his black, greasy hair, his hollow dark eyes taking in every feature of the paper in his hand, as if it could change the writing or make it go away. He closed his eyes and imagined the words being written, her hand dancing over the paper, her green eyes fixed whilst in deep concentration.

Dear Severus,

If you’re reading this,
I’m already home.

He swallowed. The letter was dated about ten years earlier, but he had only recently come across it. He had not been meant to find it earlier. Even though somehow he wished he had.

If you’re reading this, there is going to come a day

You move on and find someone else and that’s okay

Just remember this

I’m in a better place

Soldiers live in peace and angels sing amazing grace.

He recalled the evening The Dark Lord had set out to kill the boy. Severus had begged for him to spare the mother, the woman he cared for more than anything else in the world, the woman he loved. That was the last time he had seen The Dark Lord, but he had never dared to believe that he was gone completely, knowing that if he were to return, Severus’ own position would be a lot safer if he remained where he was. He had been a coward, seeking refugee with Dumbledore within the walls of Hogwarts, and for the last ten years he had been struggling to cope with his own selfishness. He could have tried harder, he could have saved her, and now she was gone and that arrogant husband of hers were gone. He did not concern himself too much with James, but her, even after all these years, it hurt to think about her. Not a single day went by that he did not miss her or think about her.

Finding this letter, dated the evening of her death, intensified his long-suppressed feelings and threatened to bring them bubbling to the surface. He had always been portrayed as cold, heartless and sarcastic, but that was the only way he knew to prevent anyone from finding out, and by now he had grown sp thoroughly into his role, he no longer had to act. If only they had known that underneath that rock-hard icy surface of his was a heart, a heart being refused to love by his own stubbornness. His eyes returned again to the letter curled up in his fingers. He must have been rolling it unconsciously.

never ever stopped caring for you Severus, Even though I never told you so often enough.

I know as you read these word now That you never told anyone about what we shared.

(as you know I am an expert when it comes to hexes and I have made sure you will not be able to read it until I need you to)

I do not deny that we had something beautiful; It means so much more than I ever could put into words.

I know it was hard for you to accept that my heart now lies with someone else.

I love James, but you should know that one piece of my heart will always be yours

His dark eyes were now blank as tears welled up. For first time in ten years he let his emotions get the better of him. He had indeed thought about that last time, knowing there was no one to share it with, the last time she had touched him and smiled at him, the very last time he had spent minutes staring into those deep green eyes, drowning in their compassion. Every time he imagined those eyes, he fell in love with her again. All the feelings he had back then returned, when he closed his eyes he was not Snape the Potions Master, head of Slytherin House at Hogwarts. He was just Severus, just himself.

I write this letter because this is the year my little Harry will be taking his first steps through the gates of Hogwarts and he will be a full member of the wizarding community.

You reading this, means I will not be there to send him off, but you will be there

To see him arrive

Harry. He had seen her son only once, the night she had died. He had gone to warn her, but he had frozen outside, staring through the window of the happy family. The baby racing around the living room on a small broom, his laughter filling every inch of the room as his parents watched him speed up, almost knocking his father off his feet. Was this little cub a threat to the great Dark Lord? How could someone who was part of her be the last obstacle on his Master’s road to eternal glory?

I should never have hidden it from you in the first place, It might be too late already but it is your right to know

An anger was building up inside him just thinking that the boy would walk through the gates only hours from now. He would be breathing the air that should have been hers, seeing things that she would never see and being alive when she had so brutally been denied the right to continue living. He was bound to look like her in some way; would Severus have to walk around for the next seven years being constantly reminded of his own cowardice? Glancing down at the now tear-stained parchment, palms touching his cheeks to find them wet, the mere thought of James Potter’s son awoke a long sleeping loathing inside him, but the knowledge that he was also her son, mixed warmth into spite. He folded the letter and pocketed it as he hurried off to wash his face, running his fingers through the black hair yet again and wrapping his cloak tighter around his body.

He found himself scanning the Great Hall as the students piled inside and found their tables. Any moment now the boy would walk through that door and walk into his life. The door sprung open and the first-years flowed in behind Professor McGonagall in a straight line, looking around nervously. It was easy to pick him out from the crowd. Even without the scar, Severus would have known him. Those green eyes were just like his mother and the black hair partly concealing the lightening-shaped scar made him look a lot like his father too. He knew then that he would have to spend next seven years being reminded of her and of that one night they had shared just over eleven years ago.

He reminds me of you Severus.

He is strong and determined, like his dad; like you.

I could never tell James the truth, he would not understand.

I know it must be hard, but I hope in time you will grow to love Harry,

Care for him and look after him.

I will always love you my dear

He was alone once again with the letter he had read over and over again for the past couple of hours. He did not know if he ever would be able to accept Harry, but he would always be a part of him and of her; the result of the love that no one could ever know about.

If you’re reading this,I’m already gone.

Yours truly,

Lily Xxx

Dumb Fairy

Title: Dumb Fairy

Author: Aldous Niu

Summary: This fairy story is basing on the Movie “Pan’s Labyrinth”, the story and life about the Ofelia’s little brother, it’s the continuous story of the movie. Guys, to be honest, it's my first time to write the fairy, comments please, don't be shy, haha^_^

Rating: Teen

Genre: Fairy

“If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended,That you did but slumber’d here while these visions did appear.And this weak and idle theme is no more yielding then a dream.”
--------William Shakespeare

“Little brother, can you hear me? Please grow up fast, mother and I have a hard and frustrating time in this gloomy, freezing and old house, in this bloody and cruel world. I’m going to tell you a fairy story…” When Ofelia faces to the pregnant mother’s stomach, the tears' coming out full of her beautiful and innocent face, just like some small elf playing the water ball, sad, sorrow,emotional can be described her feeling . Her little brother is sleeping peacefully inside it, she extremely feels so lonely and sadness but nobody understands her. She hate the captain, the cruel devil which can be seen the killing master during the civil war. She will never know that her little brother in her mother’s stomach can hear and understand everything she’s talking about because he is a very special boy who was born with the strong powerful magic.

Some days later, when Captain Vidal was killed by the civilian members, he said in a peaceful and pride accent.

“Tell my son the time his father died. Tell him…”

-“No, he won’t even know your name.” Answered Mercedes full of the anger.

After Ofelia died, her little brother was brought up by the civilian members. He is such a quite good looking boy, talent but quite and lonely. He goes up into the mountain to be alone and to think, and also the civilian members let him because he is such a silent boy. In his mind, he doesn’t know that where is he come from, who are his parents. He only knows that he got an aunt called Mercedes and all the civilian members can be seen the big family for him. They are gentle and care everything about him in his life. However, there is one thing he still remember in his unclear memory, he got the dream every night, it is so strange that the dream in each night is totally the same, he dreams that he was living in a kind of place which full of the water, he seems like a sweet sleepy baby peacefully lying in there, he can see a girl outside the place and sounds like a angel to tell him the beautiful fairy story and sings the nice song for him every night. He believes that one day the Angel will come to him again. From time to time, he starts to smile yes but it’s a dark, quiet smile that looks like he’s mocking himself when he smiles. He is forced to smile because he wants the big family be happy even though the shadow still hide in his heart. He likes to sing though, the song which the Angle sang for him in his dream, he sings the song when he’s alone and thinks Mercedes isn’t listening. He dances sometimes with shadows that only he sees. Pedro has taken to call him the spoilt dandy, because he primps and is such a gentle child.

He’s eight now, and such a serious boy. Not given at all to fancy. Mercedes had thought early on to tell him the stories from his sister’s books because she had loved him so and died to protect him. But the boy had fixed her with those grim eyes he takes from the dead and looked away. Mercedes shivered a little when he stared at her like that, remembering, and put the books away.

On Sundays, he sneaks away from their home and goes town to watch Franco's Army as they pass. He’ll sit in Plaza watching the horses and cars pass and stare into the ocean of baby blue uniforms, searching. Pedro asked him once, in frustration, why he loved the show so much and explained to him why they should be hated. The boy had listened quietly, nodding in obedience and said nothing.

As an infant, he favoured his mother but as he grows Mercedes sees the better parts of him shake off like autumn leaves. He’ll look like his father. He looks like him now: with those piercing eyes, strong jaw, hair as black as ink. The seriousness in his face, gravity in his voice when he chooses to speak; all of them scare her even though she doesn’t show it. She just waits.
He’s wonderful of course. Loving in his own way and dedicated to the family, even to the Cause. He ran errands for the guerillas several times, stole from Nationalist shipments and even guarded a captured soldier once, all because Pedro told him too. He never questioned them, or seemed afraid.

He’s such an obedient child. He never asks about his family. He knows he’s named after a doctor friend of theirs that died before he was born. Mercedes told him about his sister, and his mother. He suddenly finds that the Angle in his dream is his sister. He listened and nodded but never pressed for retellings or details. It is totally different that he never feel emotional and sad maybe angry about the story which Mercedes told him. He is completely dumb in his mind. And even though she knows he wants to, he never asked about his father. Early on, they had told him he was Pedro’s son, from a love affair long ago. He had told them simply that it was a lie and never spoke of it again.

He wonders but does not ask. Instead he sits in the mountains, on that perch overlooking the old ruins of the Mill that long since burnt down and was abandoned, and stares at the Labyrinth’s mouth.

Speaking to shadows that no one sees but he.

And Mercedes waits, knowing. It’s only a matter of time.

She can feel it ticking away, there is a really bad feeling that something evil things will be come to this boy… One day, the day full of the cloud and wind, the leaves from the trees follow the wind and dancing in the air, like praying something. He is peacefully walking out of the house, the dumb emotion on his smiling face, he knows that it’s the time for him to find the Angle, to find his sister Ofelia, to come to the fairy world where got no sadness, no crying , no darkness, no war, no cold…However, he will never knows that there is no fairy world in the true life, he must face the truth, he can’t live in his magical mind anymore. When he slightly jumped into the mountain gap, he is kind of feeling like flying, so natural, no hurting anymore,he knows he’s flying to a new world, a world always in his mind as it used to be…