Chess, a game so often a metaphor for life. Fortunately Harry always lost the game but and not at life. Or maybe Voldemort was never much of a chess player. Sooner or later he was going to find a Dark Witch who played, and maybe she would decide the only thing better than a victory for Black was Zugswang, where there were no good moves for White. Your move, Harry.

Or how Hermione calmed her parents, deduced the location of the Horcruxes, plotted to have the Goblins turn over the contents of Bellatrix's vault, unraveled the curse on the DADA Professor position, planned to remove a soul fragment from Harry, and explained to Dumbledore how Voldemort had erred, all over a simple cup of tea. (Follows on Pureblood Traditions)

Or, how Hermione Granger usurped the role of the Boy-Who-Lived, circumvented the plans of Albus Dumbledore, instructed Lucius Malfoy in proper etiquette, undid the Greatest Dark Lord of Them All, and saved her parents, over a cup of tea and without setting off the Trace. A short story in two parts.

Honks. what if Ginny died at the Battle of Hogwarts and Tonks lived? Riddle is dead, the battle won, but the war is not yet over. Two grieving people have one chance to clean up the MoM for good, the clock's ticking, while caring for a baby half-werewolf.

The cards have been redealt but the game is the same, and the only thing on the line is the future of the world. A Shade stalks the corridors of learning, shadows gather on the horizon. A prelude to approaching war. Hufflepuff Harry, Year 1, post-Downfall

In a dark future where the war has gone terribly wrong, Harry is running out of options. Cities burned with Fiendfyre or overrun by the undead have gained him little, and Voldemort has done far worse. Fortunately, Luna has a plan to destroy Time.