Dear Bellatrix... / This is for the Owlery Challenge on the Hogwarts Houses Challenges forum. These are letters from Druella Black to her daughter, Bellatrix Lestrange.

It was late, nearly midnight, but the crew, sent by the Royal British Institute for the Care of Magical Creatures to investigate magical diversity in the Congo, was still awake. On a normal day, Luna wouldn't have minded the late night; however, today had been decidedly not normal, even for her, and she beginning to be tired of it.

These are drabbles that will be weird, and more. They will also be cute and some will be disturbing, that's why this is rated M, though most of it's just light drabbles. Warnings will be above the chapters that are more matured. Latest Chapter: Dudley Dursley, Dad Detective.

What if Alice and Frank weren't tortured into insanity? What if they raised Neville in a warring world? What if- well these questions and more get answered here eventually in the form of cute drabbles.

James turned his attention to Harry. "You defeated a really scary guy yesterday. You are going to be a great Gryffindor one day, like your mommy." He nearly choked looking at his son for possibly the last time as it was every time he looked at his son. "I'm really proud of you little man, okay? I love you."

This is the story of a girl who's gone missing, of a lost art, of true love, of hatred. This story is truly whatever you make of it. One thing is for sure about this tale, Kennedy Macer will be back. [No longer Accepting OCs] {From Next Chapter: "The room looked and like on of the crime scenes in the muggle TV shows, it was eerie."}

The title sucks yeah, but this is a fic about Christmas and Oliver Wood and Katie Bell. It's supposed to be cute and fluffy, but I can't exactly write that for some reason. Still is your interesting in Oliver/Katie then check it out.

It was all fake. Every clinging glass, every laugh, every rosy cheek and dazzling jewel: fake! They were all liars-snakes in the grass-he knew. But, he liked it that way. Royalty AU with Voldemort

Since the end of the war, the British Magical Community had been obsessed with rebuilding. They wanted their country not only well but better than before. There was new architecture. The curriculum at Hogwarts had changed. Some even suggested changing currency. It seemed the only thing that wasn't changing was the government. Unlike other countries, who with the end of the death ea

Letters from Teddy to Harry in his first year. For the Owlery Challenge on the Hogwarts Houses Challenges Forum.

"How is he?" "Your father was getting better. Mostly he had stopped calling me 'mudblood' and trying to kill the nurses with his straw, but we let him finally read the paper this morning-"

It was what she had wanted to do in the first place, but she had fooled herself into thinking it was something else– she had thought she'd grown up, but she was still wandering aimlessly. She missed him…

"This war is just beginning when we are at our weakest. At our weakest, but also at our strongest. At our strongest because we are strong together. We are together because this war has forced us closer. Now that we are closer, nothing can stop us." AU, welcome to Dystopia!Fairy Tail.

Future Third Book in the Fear Trilogy, the first and second are yet to be birthed. Now you can see exclusive planning content...whoo! It's cool. Its gonna be full of oneshots that could or could not get into the official story. Maybe I should tell you what it's about... so these kids James, Fred, Rowan, and April face a screwed up world together, testing their fears and having fun.

Magic is the song between body and mind, the dance between heart and soul. It sets the world aglow to keep out the demons. It holds the secrets of the dark times and harps the tunes of the bright.

She raced into the house under the image snake protruding from a skull's maw blazed into the clouds casting a darkness in the hearts of all who saw it. Petunia felt her heart was the darkest. It was heavy with regret and franticly beating trepidation. /This is an AU where Petunia is a Death Eater, sorta an experimental idea, but I think it works.

Rose put her hands on her hips and huffed. She had taken hours to get ready, and even wore a pretty green dress. And here Scorpius was: sleeping. Sleeping! Not taking her to Hogsmeade like he had promised over a month ago. She really hated him!

"The Weasley should have raised a brow at her friend and aunt's sometimes unreasonable belief in the the supernatural, if that is what one would call it. Then again, she had gone to a school where they didn't teach students how to write but to make potions and charms. The world could probably stand some strangeness (that was practically the motto of the Quibbler)."

Why did life have to curse her so much? Why not Voldemort?

In my darkest hour my savior came with red hair and shining armor and strawberry cake in hand.