England is summoned to Hogwarts to teach temporarily, but can he conceal his identity from the prying eyes of the students and teachers there? And then there's the looming trouble of Voldemort and the Ministry of Magic as well. Set in the 5th year.

Gabriel was walking through the Chaos. The Angels. They were falling. How could this have happened? In all this chaos, he saw someone laying on the ground. In a hurry he ran to the person. His nightmares came true as he recognized the person, his younger brother Castiel. In that moment he swore to himself, he would avenge his family and get Castiel's grace back!

Captain James T. Kirk and Lieutenant Commander Spock are hereby charged with negligence and wanton misconduct due to their emotional compromise with each other.

Honesty isn't always the best policy. Especially when perverted doctors have a hand in it.

When they were obliged to take their host's truth serum, neither Jim nor Spock had considered what kind of "truth" they might reveal to one another - or to themselves.

The first time was involuntary, I am certain. He did not walk toward me so much as fall against me, body crumpling in a graceful arch. I remained still, unsure of how to proceed. "You're alive" he breathed, so softly that only I could have heard him.

Jim is cold. Spock is hot. Temperature-hot, of course.

Or "That Which Belongs To Me". One, simple word, burning bright in his mind as though someone had carved it there with a hot poker, wouldn't let him think about anything else. It echoed loudly in his head… not yours… "Don't touch him." He snarled.

Jim and Spock are tired and in denial of hearing rumours about their alleged secret burning passionate love for each other. So they decide to take action. Because the rumours are Wrong. Really.

The Captain is wearing spectacles. There is likely a justified reason for him to be. I do not know that reason, yet I do not feel the desire for said knowledge is powerful enough to distract me from the fact that... the Captain is wearing spectacles.