A late night attempt to break into eccentric Professor Longbottom's office takes an unexpected turn when two muggle boys are forced to hide behind a desk. "Oh God. He's involved in some super-secret government conspiracy, isn't he?"

He was six the first time he met his dead uncle. "You can call me Forge. Uncle Forge. Or Insanely Hot Bastard if you feel like it"

"Imperio". One word is all it takes. SB/OC, hints of JP/LE

Death did not get screwed over (Death always gets the last laugh, after all), so when Death finally did get screwed over -royally- Death was not pleased. Not pleased at all...

In the cell to the left of the cell in front of her a man is sitting. His dark hair is greasy and long and his face gaunt and pale. He stares at her in horror, and it makes her laugh even harder.

"A dark cloak was closing up and peaking down at him. He smiled a toothy smile and looked up, expecting to see his daddy or Uncle Pafoo'. But it was a cold, marble face that looked down at him. A face with red eyes. A monster from under his bed" It's Halloween 1981 in Godric's Hallow

She danced with danger and when the song ended she found herself broken and lonely, desperately craving for his company once more.

"Some day someone will get underneath that ice coated skin of yours, and it will hurt..."

He caressed the little redwood box in his lap. It had been hers. Inside the answer to his problems laid. A tiny silver watch on a bed of red satin. The only prototype she had ever made. TimeTravel. One-shot

The sorting hat lies in the dark corner of the headmasters office and thinks about the things that happened so many years ago, that caused the founders to split. The fifth and forgotten founder that started it all. And it waits for them to be reborn.