Going into their fourth year of school, twins Chrys and Harry deal with normal fourteen-year-old problems such as pretty girls, dragons, and legally binding death tournaments.

When Chrys Potter finds something intriguing, she'll draw it on a napkin. When her brother Harry finds someone in danger, he rushes to save them. Chrys warily follows. Circumstances become even more intriguing, and entirely too dangerous when the twins turn eleven, and they are pushed into the world of magic…

Sirius has a lot of Valentine's Day cards. Lily is just concerned about the one she's made for James. Remus just wants some chocolate.

Ginny takes her kids to Kings Cross to send her sons off to Hogwarts. Meanwhile she becomes immersed in memories and notices just how alike she and her daughter really are. Now edited

Shortly after their thirteenth birthday, Harry and Chrys Potter are on the run from the Ministry of Magic. Luckily, they make it on to the school year without getting arrested, but Hogwarts isn't any less dangerous. There's a large black dog lurking in corners, and happiness-sucking dementors floating above the castle. Oh, and a serial killer is out to get them. Nothing new.

After defeating the murderer of her parents yet again, Chrys Potter is feeling pretty self-confident. In fact she's feeling extraordinary. Her brother Harry on the other hand, thinks he's nothing special. In a new year filled with challenges and adventures, Chrys is sure she'll have plenty of opportunity to prove him wrong.

This is the untold story of Audrey Green, the eventual wife of Percy Weasley. This is the story of rebuilding life after the war, keeping jobs, finding love and much more.

This is a 30 Day OTP Challenge I'm doing for Tonks and Remus. Each day is another theme.

The day has been full of so much silent pressure, what with Ron trying to stay strong after Fred's death, and Hermione wanting to snog him senseless, but not wanting to be insensitive. What happens when it's released?

Angelina Johnson numbly thought, how in her times of pain, there was one man who went down as easy as a bottle of firewhiskey during the coldest night.