Me: HEY GUYS! I'm back with the one-shots. Here's a list of the ones I already have an idea of what to do, after looking at these you can send in requests for what you want in the one-shots and crossover fandoms to do (If I know the fandom I will put it in) so don't be shy!

Mirela and Viktor Krum's wedding, Harry as Camden

Stilinski's and Harry meeting (as promised to asingh123)

Camden and Isaac, little kid life

Camden's Death and Time at War (possible Alex Rider x-over)

Harry meets Danny Phantom

Lydia and Harry back in colonial days

STEREK, with a hint of Lydia/Parrish

Harry and Jack Frost, untimely meeting

Death and Harry's first official meeting, what MOD truly means

Harry + Winchesters = Disaster

Stiles: So if you want more or have any questions that you want to be covered in the one-shots please don't hesitate to ask for it.

Me: So, these probably won't show up in this order and will be taken off the list once I get to them. But if you reallllllllly want to read one and don't want to wait, ask for me to do them next.

Disclaimer Here - Now don't you understand? That I'm never changing who I am.

Mirela and Viktor Krum's wedding

3rd Person POV

The letter in the mail came as a surprise to Camden, as his very small group of friends never sent him mail. And the few he kept in contact with in the Wizarding World, well… they didn't really use the muggle post. Not to mention he was in America now and it would cost a lot more than it would in Britain. His mother, a beautiful woman with lighter hair and soft curls, handed him the letter before walking past his little brother, still in elementary school, and sitting beside his father.

"Aren't you going to open it Camden?" His father asked, looking at him over his glasses, "Or are you going to leave it closed?"

For the first time this morning Isaac looked up with a wide grin, scrambled eggs hanging precariously off his fork. Feeling slightly childish Camden stuck his tongue out at his brother, in the back of his mind remembering that soon he would have to leave to go overseas and his mother would pass away not long before. WIth that thought coming to the forefront Camden chose to instead look at the letter, opening it with a small frown. A picture slid out, one that made Camden smile. On the picture was Viktor Krum with Mirela Boyan, hands entangled and smiling at each other. Occasionally the two would kiss, Viktor pushing Mirela's dark hair behind her ear. Seeing Camden they waved up before freezing in a cute wedding announcement photo. They were holding each other, looking in the others eyes, noses touching gently. It was just too adorable.

"Lemme see!" Isaac suddenly said, standing by Camden.

"Alright, but be careful with the picture," Camden replied gently handing the picture to Isaac.

The younger boy studied the picture as Camden pulled out the parchment. At his touch words started appearing, swirling around as though they were being written that very second. He smiled widely once the words formed and the outline, birds holding strings in their beak flying around to create simple yet complex designs, continued to be drawn on. Curiously Isaac peered over Camden's shoulder.

"What is it?" Isaac questioned.

"Two of my friends are getting married," Camden replied with a smile, "Remember when I took the exchange course and got sent to Britain? They were the two Bulgarian exchange students I met."

"Okay."

After taking the picture back from Isaac, Camden looked over at his father. While he had been pretending to be reading the paper, it was clear that his father really could care less about it. Camden might be eighteen, Isaac ten years or so younger than him, but he still felt the need to ask for permission. Maybe it was something so ingrained in him that he just had too.

"You can go," his father said before anything else could be said.

"Thanks Dad," Camden replied, smiling widely.

*******WEDDINGBELLS*******

It was so familiar, but yet so foreign. Their choice of revenue had been a wizarding park. Autumn leaves covered the ground, with multiple red and gold leaves still on the trees. An arch, covered with satin cloth in fall colors with some white winding and entangling itself around, moving like the ripple in water. A small smile covered his lips at the sight, instead of the normal pink and purple bouquets they had flowers of all sorts in the colors of fall. Chairs were covered with white and tied with gold and red bows. Off to the side was a covered dancing floor with tables and chairs, one big one for the groomsmen, best man, the married couple, and the bridesmaid and maid of honor.

"Camden!" Viktor exclaimed, his accent rich even in the sound of his name, "It's good to see you again!"

"Viktor, it's been too long. How have you been?" Camden asked, embracing his old friend.

"Very good, very good. Thank you," Viktor replied.

"You should head up there, the ceremonies about to start."

They parted ways, Camden fixing his suit. While Viktor's suit had been black with an almost subdued champagne colored vest and tie, with a similar colored handkerchief; Camden's was gold, but not a harsh gold. No, it was the gold you'd see on polished jewelry. But that was because he was the best man. The rest of the groomsmen's tuxedos were a scarlet red, matching the color of the bridesmaid dresses.

"Are you ready?" A very familiar voice asked.

Turning around Camden's jaw nearly unhinged from the shock. But he managed to keep that from happening, barely. Shaking his head to clear the thoughts Camden nodded. Standing there was Hermione, dressed in a gold lace high neck halter dress. It was a modest length, going to her knees. A thin matching gold belt went around under the ribcage.

"I'm Hermione Granger by the way," she introduced herself finally.

It took all of Camden's self control to keep from saying that he already knew that. Instead he gently shook her hand with a smile, slightly crooked.

"Camden Lahey, it's nice to meet you. And yes, I'm ready. Though I'm pretty sure you should be asking the bride that," Camden replied, gesturing towards the room that the bride was still in.

"Very good point. However Luna is already doing that."

That was when their musical cue started. With a slight flair Camden gave Hermione his arm, smiling at her, before leading her down the aisle. People smiled and took pictures and Camden caught sight of Ginny Weasley in the crowd, wearing a simple brown dress. Sitting next to her was Fleur and Bill, with their newest addition Victorie Weasley. His eyes were drawn away when Hermione and him split to stand across from each other. He saw the simple dress that the Bridesmaids were wearing, scarlet red sweetheart neckline dresses with two strips of cloth holding the dress up that was on their shoulder and their biceps. But before he could see who each of the bridesmaids were, the wedding march came on.

Like magic, and it probably was magic, the lights dimmed. Possibly to give the bride the best look imaginable. The doors opened, a soft glow surrounding the bride. Camden glanced at Viktor, who was positively glowing and only had eyes for Mirela. The man's eyes didn't stray once and he smiled at Mirela, who smiled back. Her makeup was simple, but managed to make her all that more beautiful. Her eyeshadow was brown fading to gold, dark eyelashes curled up. Then her lipstick was a darker red than usual, but wasn't too dark. If that made any sense.

Slowly she made her way down the aisle. Sparkles drifted down her hair, popping up randomly and giving her a mysterious air. Her hair was braided back, but pinned partially up. Curls fell down her back, curling just in the right way. And lastly there was her dress.

Mirela was positively glowing in that dress. It was an off-white color, nearly the same color champagne as Viktor's vest. But closer to the white that you normally saw on a bride. The top was pulled tight, giving an almost twist look. They went different directions and where they connected had jewels, some scattering off but most connecting to a straight line. It was a sweetheart neckline, jewels bordering. Right underneath the ribcage, on the right a little lower and the left a little higher, it became a ballgown dress. The tule was ruffled and gave an almost ocean like feel to the dress, despite the off white champagne color.

The wedding march ended and the ceremony began. However Camden didn't pay much attention to it, instead looking out at all the people he used to know. Most of the Weasley's were grouped together, taking up most of one side. The families of the Bride and Groom didn't have only one side to each other, instead they mingled. Some of Mirela's friends were sitting with Krum's, making it slightly difficult for Camden to find anyone. In the back however he found Draco Malfoy, staring at him with a slightly cocked head. Sitting next to Draco was Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom. Luna and Neville's hands were linked, but neither were watching him as much as Draco.

The clapping of hands as the Bride and Groom kissed startled him out of his thoughts. Quickly Camden joined the hand clapping, smiling widely. They were such a cute couple. A camera flashed, catching him by surprise. Thankfully it was only due to the relaxed atmosphere that Camden didn't react badly. A soft sigh escaped him and Camden joined in the picture. Posing where the photographer told him too. Eventually the photographs ended and Camden escaped to a secluded part of the reception with food and drinks.

"I know you," Draco said, coming up next to Camden.

"Maybe you do. What are you going to do about it?" Camden asked, popping a grape into his mouth and biting on it.

"Figure out who you are," Draco decided, "If I know you I want to know if it's good or bad."

Camden raised an eyebrow. It shouldn't really be that hard for Draco to figure it out. After all the time they had spent in fifth and sixth year, and towards the end of fourth year, it would be almost disappointing if Draco couldn't figure it out. Highly disappointing honestly. Putting a strawberry to his lips, Camden watched Draco with a daring look and bit into the strawberry.

"Go ahead and try. It shouldn't be too hard," Camden said, getting up and finishing his strawberry.

"Your mannerisms tell me one person, but you're attitude and the way you talk tell me differently," Draco growled.
Camden ignored Draco and left the secluded area. Passing by a trash bin Camden dropped his plate in it and moved to a tree. Twinkling lights, changing to different colors, surrounded the tree he leaned against. A small smile graced his lips as he watched the newly weds. Mirela had her cheek on Viktor's shoulder, eyes closed gently. Viktor's cheek was pressed against the top of her head, eyes also closed. They swayed gently in circles, hands clasped together. Their wedding rings glinting in the light of the stars and moon.

Camden watched them, wishing that his own relationships hadn't ended either in death or disaster. In the end it ended up for their own good. Draco was too keep him safe, which the other male had reacted angrily and punched his other self once he realized why Camden, or at the time Harry, had done what he had done. A soft smile graced his face again at the reminder. Ginny, they just weren't working and she was too pushy at times. As much as he loved her, eventually he realized she was too much like a sister. And Cho, that hadn't even happened. Well, it did. But not in the way everyone thought. Cedric hadn't even had a chance, by the time Harry even started considering it Cedric was gone. But now, none of them had a chance. It was just, not what they needed. Besides, Camden now knew that he really only had eyes for someone special. One he would spend the rest of his immortal lifetime with.

"I know who you are," Draco announced, breaking Camden out of his thoughts, "And I should punch you again."
"You should, but it won't change anything," Camden admitted.

"Why did you leave?" Draco asked.

"I couldn't stay. I'm not who they want me too be."

It felt like old times. Except with the whole wedding thing happening around them. Angrily Draco clenched his fists, but Camden was pleasantly surprised when Draco didn't take a swing at him. Turning away Camden returned to watching the slow dancing of Mirela and Viktor Krum. They were exceptionally cute together.

"Didn't you want this?" Draco asked.

Camden shook his head, "Draco… I can't. Not now."

"That wasn't what I asked."

"I did. But I can't. It's not possible anymore."

"Why not?"

Camden refused to hurt Draco. Well, in reality he refused to hurt anyone, he chose Healer for a reason. But that wasn't the point. He wasn't going to lie to Draco, to hurt him with lies. Besides, Draco could always tell when he lied. Taking a shaky breath Camden glanced at Draco, his eyes bleeding into the orange gold of the Hellhound.
"I'm not human," Camden growled out, "I will live forever and longer, I will be here when all is gone. I will be here when the world renews."

"So the legends are true," Draco laughed bitterly, "Your Death's bitch."

"There's more of a mutual understanding. Plus Death has a thing for Life."

The way Draco's eyes widened would be almost comical. However instead it was more disappointing. Once again his Hellhound went beneath the surface, letting his eyes return to the light blue of his mother's. Then a hand tugged on his and Camden smiled gently as Draco led him to the dancefloor.

"For old times sake?" Draco asked.

"For old times sake," Camden agreed.

And they danced the night away, switching occasionally with Mirela and Viktor. The next morning Camden felt like he was on a high. But bad news awaited for him at home. Not only had his mother, his beautiful young mother, died in her sleep due to a disease she had been hiding from the whole family, but Camden was going to war. Closing his eyes tightly, Camden clung to the memories of the wedding. The way Mirela and Viktor lit up at the sight of each other, Draco's laughter as Camden dipped him like a girl, and seeing all his old friends again. A tear slipped down his face and Camden stood up, taking a deep breath. Now, to pretend everything was okay. The day he left, Camden clung to his brother tighter than normal. Burying his face in the younger boys curls and clinging to him, before saluting to his father and going off to war. Knowing that Camden Lahey would die that day.

Me: Got very angsty at the end but whatever. PLEASE SEND PROMPTS AND/OR QUESTIONS YOU WANT ANSWERS TOO!

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