The Praetor smiled as he felt her arms wrap around his neck. She was only four years old but had already managed to find a way to wrap her father around her little finger. Smirking at the irony of the realization, Baralai's mind reconciled, 'Like mother like daughter.' :: Drabble. I think this is a oneshot.

It started as a story told to her each night before she fell asleep. Even as her life fell apart around her and she'd nearly given up on fairy tales completely, prince charming always seemed able to find a way to let himself in. Revised CH 2; CH 6 posted!

To state her displeasure in the situation risked saying more than she ought and rewarding the frustrating object of her most secret desires with the conversation he had been hoping for. Quite different for me as I normally write angst; its mindless fluff.

A certain raven-haired Marauder ponders his relationship with Lily Evans. From what it felt like to be in love with her, to hold her lovely little boy for the first time... and if he'd have done it all the same were he given the chance. Rating to be safe