The fire fades, summer ends, and the long night approaches. Perhaps it is already here. Voices and screams. Flickers of memory. A task undertaken, and a promise unfulfilled. Even now, only embers remain. And so it is. That ash seeketh embers. (Fusion AU)

This is a Self Insert. He's a bit of a grouch and doesn't like people, but he also hasn't had any friends for a while so he might be willing to give it another go. He's never seen Harry Potter or read the books. But it's a children's series, so it'll probably be fine. His name is Art. Artorius Caecilius Crouch, to be exact. But don't call him that or he'll get sort of annoyed.

A one-shot where a writer has a fairly meta conversation with a fairly meta individual. Monika was all too happy to participate. The conversation was awkward, and there were several typos. But in the end, the writer was glad he talked to her.

In 1257, the Dark Lord disappeared without a trace, his war on Temeria lost in a single night. Now, a young boy named Harry will find that his future is far more exciting than he expected. A little too exciting, really. He would much prefer if it calmed down, even a little. [Fusion AU]