Professor McGonagall has trouble sleeping. Fanfiction Idol: Round III.

20 couples; 1 day; 10 years; 10 drabbles. First place in Addicted-to-Sugar-Quills' One Day Competition.

"You've already told someone this story, haven't you?" "I had…no idea…He was flattering. He seemed to…understand…to sympathize…" Fanfiction Idol: Round II.

"For were there such friends anywhere as Slytherin and Gryffindor? Unless it was the second pair, of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?" A story of the lives and enduring, if strained, friendship between Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw.

It's something of an unspoken rule that every Hogwarts student who passes through the castle will find at least one class at Hogwarts that they really, really just cannot stand. For Harry, it was Potions. For Hermione, it was Divination. But what about some of their classmates? Second place in Quintessential Dreams' "Ten" Competition.

Hermione, Ron, and Rose have a family outing in Diagon Alley a few months before Hugo is born. Seems nice, right? Heh. First Place in Fourmille d'idees Comical Quote Couple Challenge.

Minerva's birthday, a cauldron of Pepper-Up Potion, and a few cups of tea to improve the mood.

Neville runs into someone unexpected in the Spell Damage ward at St. Mungo's. A gift for Analie Janes.

Alecto Carrow joins the Death Eaters. Or tries.

Six oneshots of the cutest couples ever written on their golden anniversaries.

In her seventh year, Lily Luna Potter sees the Triwizard Tournament played at Hogwarts for the first time in more than thirty years.

In total and between all of them, the lovely ladies of Dumbledore's Army found themselves becoming mothers exactly twenty-five times. More babies than you can shake a stick at. One hundred words per child.

Molly's worst nightmare.

Lily finds out just how easily James can faint when she tells him she's pregnant.

A good friend is hard to find, hard to lose, and impossible to forget. First place in a-trip-to-honeydukes' Best Friends Competition.

Harry Potter's seventh birthday. "I was thinking of Dad...and Mum. Seeing their faces. They were talking to me, just talking. That's the memory I chose. I don't even know if it's real. But it's the best I have."

"If there's one thing we've all had to learn the hard way these last few years, it's that friends like we've had are few and far between, and we have to appreciate that for what it is."

"We'll begin with a spin into a world of my creation..."

An early evening, private conversation between Minerva McGonagall and Pomona Sprout, upon Minerva's return from St. Mungo's.

Neville needs to live again. "Someone to hold you too close...someone to know you too well...someone who, like it or not, will want you to share a little—a lot...that's being alive." —Stephen Sondheim, Company.