How exactly did Voldemort encounter Nagini, who would go on to host a sliver of his soul?

Cassandra Trelawney — a Seer so great that her legacy would live on. But live on through whom? Surely not Sybill, her great-great-granddaughter. That woman was a mewling, pathetic hack. Right? — dedicated to 'sarahsezlove'

Ron just wants to keep his Rose safe from that disgusting Death Eater's son. Bloody Malfoys.

This is the spark that leads to Dudley becoming a boxer. A great one, too.

If she attempts to draft one more letter, she'll surely have racked up her tree kill-count to 1,000. Okay. Perhaps that's a bit high. 100?

No, Hinkie is certainly not free — not like Dobby (that poor elf) is.

Luna Lovegood fights as if in a dream. But that's not quite true. The Battle of Hogwarts is no dream; no shoddy nightmare; and no Boggart. This is reality. Luna knows that much.

Filius Flitwick is not like other children. That is not necessarily a bad thing.

Ekrizdis finds a curious creature. It is skeletal; it floats; it exudes mist, almost; it ... kisses?

How did this happen? One moment Fred is alive, laughing uproariously with George ... and the next ... the next ... well.

This is how everything changes: three Muggle boys attack Ariana Dumbledore. And nothing is ever the same.

Hermione's logical. Logic dictates that it's beneficial to release her emotions in a non-destructive manner ... like through a journal.

They will tell you this … she was a "frail and wispy woman." But that isn't fair. And when they refer to her … they will call her Mrs Crouch. She will have no name of her own. She will be a mother and a wife, and nothing more. And that … that is not fair. Not at all.

Hermione and Ron marry on a day when the sun sinks into the mountains, and they part much the same (except not at all).

Snape is cold and tired and his fingers won't stop shaking. All he needs is something to help him sleep.

Parvati is burned by a potion accident, and Blaise will displace time for her — the girl he watches when no-one (except Malfoy, the snot) is watching. (One-shot.)

Lily's afraid, and Pet is there to comfort her. And then later she's there — again — to condemn her. Funny, isn't it? Except it's not. It's nowhere near funny, for all that she can't stop laughing hysterically. Lily always did smile when she wanted to cry.

Petunia always was bitter and jealous. Vernon? He never used to be. And now he's roaring about 'that freak.' Strange, isn't it?

So this is how Regulus loses his brother. Before breakfast on a Saturday.

She's a witch and a teacher — so there's no better preacher. She explains the thirteen Quidditch teams — in her eyes, there is a gleam. And better be it in rhyme! (Poem!fic. Gift for QLFC forum teams. Canon-abiding facts.)

Lily Luna is a Hufflepuff. She isn't good at spells. She isn't brave. She doesn't know ambition. She's named after two great women, and she's a Potter. (She's doomed before she even really starts.) But there's one thing she has — it's a magic beyond all other magic.

Betrayal like Pettigrew's doesn't just happen. You have to learn it from somewhere.

It's a good Sunday, Petunia rather thinks. That is, until an old work friend mistakes Harry for Dudley.

Sirius catches Remus staring at a girl. But it's not what he thinks. Really. (Ace!Remus.) (One-shot.) (R/S.)

He may be a Headmaster, but he is the Leader of the Light. And that means he needs to make the difficult decisions. He doesn't have the privilege of guilt or horror or disgust. So let Minerva feel it for him. Let her hate him. And all the while, he'll miss Gellert. Gellert — who taught him about the world. Gellert — who taught him of leaders, and of followers.

Other children laugh and screech in delight. Other children get hugs and little candies and soft, affectionate looks. He doesn't. He's not 'other children'. At least he has Lily. Until he doesn't.

There is a part of him that is missing, and it's not just his ear.

Extracts from Jack's journal; thoughts he kept during all those years of solitude. "I'm sorry…but the truth is…sorry is just not enough…" Psychotic teenager with some serious abandonment issues, and a temper with seasonal powers to boot? Yikes.

Malfoy never knew who Santa Clause was when he was younger. But now he's older, and has some idea how mudblood brats must have felt when they grew up. He'd had his own Santa. Once. (Warning: Don't read if you're a child. Seriously.) One-shot. Drabble.

Sometimes she wanted things she didn't believe in. For such a bright witch, she certainly felt illogical things. (One-shot. Drabble.)

Bilbo sits in the storm, and feels only the one inside him, brought about by the body in his arms and the cry Thorin gave as Azog triumphed. He begs all that he knows and all that he doesn't for Thorin to blink, to sneer, to speak. But the King Under the Mountain does not. And the storm rages on. (Drabble. One-shot.)

These feelings always happen, beneath the surface like a maggot digging deeper and deeper into a corpse. And so what if she does stupid things, sometimes? She's the brightest witch of her age. She's allowed a little 'stupidity'. (Drabble. One-shot. TW for SH.)

The new kid's like a spirit ghosting through the high school. He's pale and serious and far too sad for anyone part of the living. And Aster can't help but watch this teen with the lips that never smile. He can't help but be drawn in by his melancholy and his angry bitterness and his hopelessness. Frost, Aster thinks, needs to get over his demons. AU. Warnings inside!

I have hidden what I am for three hundred years; for if the other spirits knew...I would find a way to be the first immortal to die. I've been confused, worried, unsure, angry, terrified...and yet...in this silent, still moment, it's just the voices intertwining like desperate lovers, keening and mourning. Just the wind, a violin, and I...promising vengeance. (Chapter 13 is up)

Severus hated Harry Potter. It was a simple fact. But while struggling through yet another Occlumency lesson with the Golden Boy brat, he encounters some rather disturbing information pertaining to the teen's decidedly not-so-spoilt upbringing. And he can't help but think that Harry isn't quite as terrible as he'd first thought. (Not a romance. One-shot.)

Eight year old Harry has no-one. Certainly not parents. It doesn't help when his teacher, Mr Hendrickson, thinks he's being deliberately uncooperative. And promptly hauls him off to the principal's office, the charge "insubordination." Harry just wants to be left alone; for once. Warning: Mentions of child abuse. (One-shot.)

Mike is late. Harvey gets upset. In other words - a normal day. Except for the bit where Mike's life hangs in the balance, and the most unusual occurrence: Harvey ... and guilt ... in the same sentence. (One-shot.)

There had been two stages in his life: "Just Harry", criminal nephew to the Dursleys, and "Harry Potter", the Boy-Who-Lived; in each, a colour respectfully marked his image: that is, emerald green and a champion's gold. He'd never had much choice in the matter, but now? He'd show them all. He'd be scarlet red.

What happened when Doc put Wanda under with the intention of her dying? What did she think, feel, see...? And when she was placed in Pet? How did she realise who and what she truly was? "And so I was born once more; a mere girl with the mind of a Soul; finally opening my eyes to see that luminous indigo…because whose eyes were they if they weren't mine?" (One-shot.)

Between homework, mentors and the Team, Robin is feeling a little overwhelmed. And when push comes to shove, he does what any real Bat would do...fight back so hard that there's no one left standing. (One-shot.)

Jack blames himself for everything that dies at the hand of Winter. He may have a solution, but it could cost him his immortal life. Will Bunny save him in time? (Not a romance.)