"Sometimes, between the sleepless nights and the restless days and trying to forget everything that's happened, Tony Stark needs someone to remind him that it will get better." Tony needs someone, and that someone is Steve Rogers. Eventual Steve/Tony. Title/Rating may change.

March 1918. As the war rages on, Edith finds her calling helping soldiers recover from the horrors of war, but when a certain familiar face arrives at Downton, her world is thrown into turmoil as she learns that the war leaves no one untouched, even those close to her heart. Anthony/Edith

Each moment is a brilliant memory, tucked away in a box beneath a bed. These are those moments, each of them small glimpses into short lives, and each of them important. Primarily Thommy-centric.

'Her forehead rested against his in a moment of aching despair. When Tonks found her voice once more, she whispered, her voice cracking, "Together forever, Remus."' The final moments between Remus and Tonks in the quiet of their small home.

"Draco Malfoy was a pureblooded, spoiled git. Everyone knew that. So exactly why he was standing in front of her, the bushy-haired bookworm of Gryffindor, awkward and fumbling, Hermione had no idea." A story of apologies and forgiveness. Well, sort of.

'Soon enough, there would be tears to be shed, stories to be shared, and terrifying nightmares to be had, but for now, as they held each other, here, in this small moment, they knew it would turn out alright.' Remus and Tonks reunite after the Final Battle. RLNT.

We all know how it goes: the girl falls in love with the boy. the girl gets the boy, the girl marries the boy, and they live happily ever after. For Remus and Tonks, however, things weren't that easy. But who says they didn't live happily ever after anyway? For the OTP Boot Camp Challenge.

Dean and Luna— it had always been Dean and Luna. Never one without the other— it just so happened that no one had noticed until it was too late. Until they were standing in front of her grave, until he was so far gone that even the alcohol wouldn't help him forget. D/L, post-War.

'Gravity. That was the cause of all of this. Gravity and sheer dumb luck. But then again, she wasn't complaining. For once, Tonks wasn't humiliated by her innate clumsiness.'

'The moment— he remembers it clearly— the moment where Harry Potter became so much more than the boy who lived with the knobby knees and the wonky glasses, and Ronald Weasley became so much more important than just a redheaded sidekick.' Ron thinks about the sacrifices of war.

"You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving."- Robert Louis Stevenson.

'It was as if most of the Wizarding community had assumed that Slytherins couldn't throw a party, and Draco had to prove them wrong, as usual. Hell, he thought as he tossed back a shot of Firewhiskey, they were born for parties.' Goyle on Draco's wedding and reception.

There are first times for everything, and sometimes, Steve wishes there wasn't. A short Steve/Tony ficlet.

Small insights into the lives of multiple pairings and characters. Written for various competitions and challenges. I. JamesPetunia, II. RonHermione, III. ErnieLavender, IV. SeamusCedric, V. BillRemus, VI. DudleyPansy, VII. MinervaKingsley, VIII. Harry&Petunia (Family)

'In the morning, before the dawn stretches its lazy fingers through the mountains, he will have to let her go, but for now, they are here, they are with each other.' Abraxas/Druella, written for Cheeky's 24 Hour Pairing Challenge.

'The colors of war are strangely beautiful, in an odd, tragic way, she thinks. How odd, that grass green and Christmas red could suddenly mean such terrible, horrible things. And yet, somehow it is fitting— that something so beautiful and simple as color could be marred by such sad memories.' Luna remembers the colors of war.

'It was as if every memory she had of her darling boy had been unearthed, freed of the corners of her mind. They were there, in her mind, playing like reels of film that she couldn't bring herself to look away from.'

'Ronald Weasley is old. He can feel it in his bones— today is his one-hundred and eleventh birthday, and he hates it.'

'With no special talents to share, he found himself stuffed out of sight, into the shadows— as if he were a ghost.' Gregory Goyle ponders life in the shadows.

'When Blaise looked at her, he saw laughter, light, warmth, love. So he hated her, from the day they first met and had resolved to hate her until the day he died. But he didn't.' Blaise/Cho