"Did you know," Sirius began, "that on Samhain the line between the living and the dead is the most blurred?"

Mark pretends to create and observe when he really detaches. Colin may do the same.

An unwritten rule of Dead Poets Society is iwe don't talk about it because it never happened/i. [Todd/Knox] Wee snippets of poetry borrowed from e.e. cummings with love.

First kiss ficlet for Banky/Hooper. Mature for language.

AU version of the Graveyard scene in Dark Reunion (Book 4). (Damon/Bonnie)

"Albatrosses have got to have their captains." (Mal/River)

Dad isn't going to like this, Sammy.

The war does things to people. Changes them. Makes them forget. Harry hopes Severus will one day remember. (Harry/Snape)

The Joker and Batman battle, but J finds himself not quite a loser and not quite a winner... (Hints of Lost's The Island show up, although fic begins as a canon moment.)

Not sure if he should or not, Don goes to visit Sloan in the unlikeliest of places.

Ron and Hermione are getting married. Thank Merlin he had the good sense to make Harry his Best Man.

He's too tired to shout, too tired to work up a scathing look to shoot at Mac from the news desk, too tired to figure out exactly where he had gone wrong today. (Will/Mac)

Mattress salesman Rodney has a very trying customer. (McShep)

Some promises are better than others. (Harry/Draco)

She has fight in her somewhere, but she doesn't understand it.

It isn't easy being surrounded by vipers, not even when you're a Slytherin. This is a coming-of-age story focussing on Millicent Bulstrode and her struggles with her peers, her sexuality, her self-image, and her own sense of self-worth. (Character study of Millicent, not pairing-centric AT ALL. More of a GEN piece than anything, really.)

Sometimes Hell is what you make of it. (Draco/Hermione)

Ron hadn't exactly owned up to everything that happened to him after he'd bailed out on the Horcrux Hunt….

Seventh Year at Hogwarts was not what Seamus expected: Snape in charge, Death Eaters teaching classes, and Dean missing. How can he find his way when he's feeling so very lost?

"Yes, I can. As long as he's behind that veil, I can feel him. I can hear him." Remus laughed, a loud, boisterous noise that was so foreign to Harry's ears. Head turning, Harry stared up at Remus inquisitively, his heart rabbiting madly in his chest. "What . . .what does he say?"" "He says," Remus responded matter-of-factly, "that you and I have to be there for one another...