It was a promise, between friends. It was a promise from the depths of a broken heart. It was a vow, which saved him, which damned him. It was the destiny they chose.

The Wizarding World loved their Savior, the Boy-Who-Lived. His name was praised in every household across Britain. Too bad Harry never knew.

It started when Hermione made a mistake - she thought the kneazle hair was Millicent's and tried to use Polyjuice with it. Madam Pomfrey couldn't reverse it fully. That's how Hermione Granger found herself a cat-girl...and the Ministry has ruled that she is no longer a Being, but a creature. Now she and her friends will be faced with the big question: what does it mean to be human?

Sirius Black had spent most of his life taunting Death with hot-headed recklessness. He never expected that She would claim others in his stead. The chill of Azkaban had nothing on the loss of warmth now that James and Lily were dead. (MayWeWrite Advent Challenge Response)

Remus was no stranger to loss. Sometimes it seemed like it was all he ever knew. But now it was Christmas. The first one is always the hardest. (MayWeWrite Advent Challenge Response)

His purpose was complete. Voldemort was dead. Now it was time to move on.

Gryffindors claim they are ethically right and justify any misdeed with excuses of love, but in the end, it was a Slytherin who truly saved Britain by making the hard choice.

These are all the short stories that make of the past events of my other Harry Potter works. They are gathered here so that my readers can easily find them.

Harry was told by everyone that his scar was a curse scar. If everyone believes it, then it must be true...right?

"Remember, remember, the fifth of November..." You know things have gone into insanity when Ron Weasley was being the voice of reason while Hermione and Harry became the mad plotters. Maybe it was the childhood among muggles that drove them to this.

When lightning strikes, it forever changes the thing it hits. No one know this better than Harry Potter. AU Sixth Year One shot

Desperation can lead to interesting situations. Not a romance.

A foolish course of action is sometimes the right one. Not A Romance.

Two funerals, years apart, have never been so felt in the hearts of those left behind. (ToL)