Hi! Just as a heads up, I'll be trying to post new chapters with my stories as often as my hectic life allows but sometimes school takes priority...much as I wish it didn't!

Stories:

Prior Claim(Inuyasha): He is my mate and yet I don't know him. They are our children and yet I don't know them. This is my life and yet I don't know it. Who am I?

Love Unknown(Harry Potter): Hogwarts is in for a surprise when five people are supposed to be dead appear on its doorsteps, beaten down and drained.

Rewind, Return, Redo(Naruto): With Konoha burning around them, Kurama turns back time…a bit further than expected and with some unusual side effects. How will Naruto deal with this new future he’s faced with while working out his former past?

Harry Potter in Bedtime Tales(Harry Potter): Harry has to tell his children about his past at some point. Well, here's my idea how he goes about it: betimes stories. When they reach the age of eleven, he sits them down and explains the truth behind the tales he put them to sleep with.

Durin's Song(Lord of the Rings/Hobbit): When Mahal created the dwarves, there was no Heartsong within their minds. Hot till someone came and sat with Durin and sang to him as he slept. Their song settled in Durin's heart and never left. Mahal liked it so much he spun similar melodies within his other dwarves. They in turn watched over Durin's Folk as the Ages passed on.

Dawn of the Valkyrie(Harry Potter/Avengers): When they're the last two left with the Realms collapsing around them, Loki uses dangerous magic to send Evelyn back to the beginning to do it all over again. The Soul Magic has unexpected side effects, though. Evelyn blames it on her damned Potter Luck. With far more allies than originally expected, she and Loki set out to stop the end of the Nine Realms before it even starts.

Across the Stars (And into the Unknown)(Star Wars): Rey discovers, at the end of it all, that the Force still works in mysterious ways. And then finds herself back at the beginning. She grabs this second chance with both hands and the galaxy will never be the same.

Favorite Story Quotes:

Living with Danger- whydoyouneedtoknow

-Danger: Men! One-track minds!

Remus: Woman! Everything hopelessly complicated!

Danger: Did we just delineate the battle of the sexes in eight words?

Remus: Yes, I believe we did.

Ties That Bind- Dog-Star Black

-Hawkeye: Yes, Napier. I just put arrows through the eye sockets of the four guys water boarding you, kept you from drowning and cut you loose because I'm going to kill you. Your logic is just beautiful.

-Bruce: I'm taking a nap. Don't bother waking me up unless something explodes, spontaneously combusts, or or otherwise endangers the health of pretty much everyone but me. I'd like to be awake when those things turn me into a giant, green rage monster.

Tony: Bruce, has anyone ever told you that you become wonderfully amused when tired?

Bruce: I've heard biting and morbidly sarcastic.

Syrgja- Lady Charity

-Clint positioned himself to stand guard at the door for Natasha, promising her at least a good thirty minutes until Eir would come running back-and probably quite cross too-after finding out that Clint's claims that Tony falling off a roof and breaking his tailbone was a lie (Tony was enthusiastic in going along with the plan that included both aiding star-cross'd lovers and yelling at the top of his lungs about his 'achey breaky ass').

Harry Crow- robst

-Hermione: Can you honestly see McGonagall holding a feast just because Sir Nicholas is getting made an honouree member of the Headless Hunt? Do you know what type of food they serve at ghost parties? Even Ronald Weasley wouldn't eat it!

Harry: It can't be that bad...

Hermione: Harry, they deliberately let food rot until it positively reeks in the hope of getting some sensation when they pass through it.

Padma: Hermione, too much knowledge can be a dangerous thing. I could quite happily have gone my entire life and not known that fact, just thinking about it nearly has my lunch passing right through me!

Hermione: Eugh, and I give out too much information? I could certainly have done without that mental image, Miss Patil.

Harry: Just how rotting are we talking here? I'm still not sure Ronald would be able to resist. Can't you just see him holding his nose while shoveling the food into his mouth?

Neville: Oh yuck, I declare Harry the winner of this grossing me out contest and can we please change the bloody subject?

Padma: Sure, honey, whatever you want, we know you've got to share a dorm with him. Imagine, waking up to that in the morning...

Hermione: Okay, we have a new winner. Sorry Harry but I can't think of anything grosser than that image so Padma is still the reigning champion!

Harry: Her title is safe, Hermione, I can't think of anything grosser either.

Muggle Summer, Wizard Fall-canoncansodoff

discussing the power behind the Fidelius Charm needed to cast it

-Ron: Fine, so it's no longer a secret location. All we need to do is cast a new Fidelius Charm that protects the location of the smartest smart-alec witch in all of England.

Hermione: Be my guest, Ron.

Ron: What, you mean you can't?

Harry: Ron, there's a reason why it was Professor Flitwick that cast the Fidelius Charm. He was about the only wizard skilled enough to cast it.

Ron: That difficult, eh?

Hermione: Think about it, Ron. If the charm were any easier to perform then Fred and George would have made themselves the secret keepers for Slytherin's toilets years ago.

The Queen who fell to Earth-Bobmin356

-Harry: Moving along. Do we have anything else? My list is done.

Lord Mills: I do. I have fielded a request to host a private meeting between the PM and a dragon representative. We don't know where or when just yet, but the Queen would like to meet with you, Harry, and a few dragons. Mister Major is most uncomfortable with the idea of a teen leading the dragons, but he also knows he can't change it. I think he's come to the realization that the best thing to do is to help however possible in the hopes that you'll be willing to at least listen to any advice he might have.

Harry: I guess I don't have a problem with that. I am willing to listen to advice, but that doesn't mean I'll always take it. As for meeting with the Queen? It's necessary. But I'm going to strongly suggest that Sir Robert brief her on dragon behavior before the meeting. She simply cannot expect responses that are diplomatically acceptable from them.

Lord Mills: What do you mean?

Harry: You look at the world with a kind of orderly wonder and you find delight in things that boggle my mind. But dragons are something that even you have trouble with. They are very literal in some things and we've all experienced their tendency to be embarrassingly blunt. When I explained to Spath about the Queen, he was in awe of a single female capable of producing millions of offspring. It took me nearly an hour to explain the difference and I'm still not sure he believed me.

Lord Mills: Right, talk to the Queen.

Shot in the Dark: Silver pup

-Bilbo: Master Gloin, what brings you back here?

Gloin: Got a question for you. I've been watching you in battle. Who trained you with a sword?

Bilbo: I have no training. My tactics are 'don't get stabbed,' and 'get them with the pointy end.' Does that count as training?

Gloin: Thought as much. You looked like a child out there; swinging away until you hit something. Was almost painful to watch you.

Bilbo: Thank you for your honesty. Nice to know I'm making a fool of myself I lift a sword.

Gloin: I see no point in dancing around the point. I say what I like, when I like. That's why I decided we need to train you, so you don't look like a fool out there. Oh, and so you don't die.

Bilbo: Train me?

Gloin: Mm-hm. In swordplay. I don't think those scrawny arms could lift an axe.

Bilbo: But-

Gloin: We can also practice with some daggers. Think Nori has some extras he'll be willing to spare.

Bilbo: Why-

Gloin: We also need to teach you to throw a punch. Can't depend on weapons for everything. You gotta be able to take care of yourself in any situation!

Bilbo: I can-

Gloin: We'll practice during camp. Oin says he'll help and heal whatever wounds you get. Make sure you don't wear yourself out walking. I won't go easy on you just because you're a Hobbit!

Bilbo: What just happened?

Bombur: I think Gloin has taken a liking to you. Tough luck.

Backward With Purpose Part I: Always and Always: Deadwoodpeaker

-Ron: I think we ought to go after Umbridge next.

Neville: Please do.

copious amounts of fire whiskey later*

Neville: No, no, no! That would never work, Hermione. I think we should make her write with a great big blood quill that cuts right through her heart...

Snape: Even blood quills are fallible, Longbottom. Have you not learned anything at all in the five years of your magical education? Umbridge has no heart. Even if the quill were the size of Hagrid, it would still be impossible.

Sirius: We could just use a big knife and cut out her lungs.

Snape: You are as foolish as always, Black. If she is one of the undead-as I highly suspect she is-then she does not have to breath. We will have to decapitate her.

Ron: OH! I've got it! I've got it!

Luna: What is it, Lancelot?

Ron:Wegibberlurvansnnervoldemort!

Harry: What?

Hermione: English, Ron.

Ron: Let's give her a love potion and send her to Voldemort! Nothing could possibly go wrong with that plan. Either Voldemort would fuck her-and I doubt she'd survive that-or he'd kill her. Or Bellatrix would do it for him!"

Ginny: RON! THAT-IS-DISGUSTING!

Ron: It fits. It's perfect!

Harry: You know, I reckon I'm glad Voldemort is a cold son of a bitch...what if I felt him having sex with some witch?

Ron: No wonder why Voldemort's so cranky! He's a virgin!

-Angry Harry and the Seven: Sinyk

-Hermione: How do I look, Harry?

Harry: Gahhh! Cygnus, help! She asked me one of those questions!

Cygnus: Sorry, Harry; you're on your own. This is one of those character building moments.

Harry: Err-Ummm...You look wonderful, Hermione.

Hermione: Uh-huh. And why is that, Harry? What have you noticed differently about me?

Harry: Ummm-You've grown a little taller...

Hermione: Keep going.

Harry: Ummm-You're hair is really nice. Err-It looks like your new shampoo is really working for you.

Hermione: Getting better, but you're not there yet.

Harry: *brainwave* Sorry, Hermione. But, you see that lovely lady standing next to you? *motions to Daphne* We're betrothed, see. And-I only have eyes for her; no one else. What I said is about all I could possibly notice.

Hermione: Nice save, Mister Potter.

Harry: I survived! Sweet Merlin, I survived one of those questions without being hexed!

Isabel: Good answer.

An Unexpected Addition: Karategal

-Bilbo: Please tell me I didn't hear what I think I just heard?

Oin: Eh? What'd you say?

Bilbo: Listen. To the table behind me.

Dwarf 1: The runt's still bare as a babe's bottom.

Dwarf 2: Disgraceful to the whole line of Durin, is what it is. My twenty-year-old daughter has more beard than him.

Dwarf 3: Looks more like an elf than a dwarf.

Dwarf 4: Doesn't look an ounce like that Firebeard father of his, either. Far too delicate. If it wasn't for the lad's dark coloring, you'd never suspect his relations to the princess or his uncles. Very strange.

Dwarf 5: At least the other archers have sideburns.

Dwarf 6: Those Firebeards were always strangely friendly with the elves and local men. It wouldn't surprise me if that boy's got mixed blood in him.

Dwarf 7: Aye. Far too peculiar that he's still bare at this age.

Dwarf 8: Must be why the King's assigned him to the eastern tunnel. Keeping him out of sight and out of mind. Terrible business.

Dwarf 9: Would've mistaken him for a lass if I'd not known...

Bilbo: Wait, Oin! Wait! We've got to think this through. By the Valar, save me from the rashness of dwarves. Sit down!

Oin: But you heard what they said! It's downright-

Bilbo: Yes, yes, I know, I know. But attacking outright wouldn't look good for us, now would it? No, don't give me that look. I don't care what you dwarves do about insults or whatnot. I've got a better idea.

Oin: Really?

Bilbo: Of course, we hobbits can be quite crafty when we want to be. And I've a strong desire to utilize that craftiness right now. They'll not know what hit them.

Oin: Well, what've you got in mind, laddie?

Bilbo: Do you still have all of Fili's medication with you?

Oin: Of course.

Bilbo: Then I know the perfect way to make them eat their own words. And it'll be lots of fun to watch, too. Then again, it's quite regrettable that Ori won't be here to sketch it.

Oin: I don't have any poisons with me right now, Bilbo.

Bilbo: Oh, there'll be no need for those, my friend. I have a much better idea.

Oin: Vindictive hobbit...

Bilbo: No, that'd be Lobelia Sackville-Baggins. Dreadful woman, that one.

Oin: Fierce hobbit...

Bilbo: When it comes to the boys? Oh, yes. Very fierce.

Oin: I'm starting to see that.

Bilbo: Yeah, well, play a game of riddles with a psychotic skeleton and snobby fire-breathing dragon tends to do bizarre things to a person's sense of risk management. Now, give me the bag. I'd like to have my vengeance sometime today, please.

Oin: No wonder you get along so well with Dis. Utterly ruthless and bloodthirsty, the both of you. Poor, poor Thorin...

Bilbo: I'm going to take that as a compliment.