She didn't know when she gave into him, all she knew was that when all the boundaries that separated them were gone, she realized she was caught. Truly, undeniably caught

When I look into the mirror, I don't see myself. Never me. Just my brother. George on Fred's death.

The darkness made it easier for the ghosts to haunt him. Ghosts of past memories, of a past life. A good life. Lucius in Azkaban.

In time, Frank Longbottom retreated into himself. He could find no comfort in the world, so it would find no comfort in him. He became an oblivious, mindless being. Of course, he was still there. Still trapped within a body over which he now held no control. Watching the world go on without him. But he needn't have watched, if they would have just taken the time to listen to

Another drabble for MelodyPond77.

Just a teensy drabble written for MelodyPond77's Graphic Design Challenge. (First Entry)

Before Severus can move on after death, he must forgive and forget.

Knockturn Alley was never changing. Its black heart beat a steady rhythm. It was a forgotten, hideous corner that was just a small bump in the rug it had been swept under.

And he kissed her. Except...it wasn't that simple. It could never be that simple.

He welcomed war. He welcomed bloodshed. Dark themes rated T.

"Escaping through her fingers like a thousand grains of sand." Poem on Hermione getting her wand.

He was the son of a Death Eater. The offspring doomed to never be accepted because of his father's actions.

Remus/Lily Written for the Mix and Match competition. T for swearing.

Voldemort and Bellatrix. Written for the Birthday Bash Exchange

Voldemort's P.O.V. One Shot Told from the point where he learns of The prophecy, makes his decision on which boy he's going to kill, and tries to commit the murder of Harry, which we all know doesn't work out for him. Written for a contest.

Morning after James and Lily's honeymoon. Written for the First Sentence Challenge. Rated T for small swearing.

Victoire Weasley's Sorting. Part of A series of fifteen oneshots on the Second generation's sortings. Written for the Next Generation Sorting Hat Challenge

In which Remus is pranked, Sirius has a deep hatred for tea, and James spills the liquid in question on a sensitive area.

Sirius writes Remus a letter telling him that he's spending the summer at James's house. Groveling ensues. Twoshot complete with Remus's reaction letter.

"These violent delights have violent ends," Albus was powder and Gellert was a flame and it consumed his every breath, his very being….