She's staring ahead, wand between her fingers, tracing the vines like a map. Tears have stopped, but the stains are still visible on her cheeks. Yet somehow, even in her own heartache, he can still find that determination in her eyes. It's what gives him more reason to say it.

She's staring ahead, wand between her fingers, tracing the vines like a map. Tears have stopped, but the stains are still visible on her cheeks. Yet somehow, even in her own heartache, he can still find that determination in her eyes. It's what gives him more reason to say it.

They stopped, sitting on the sand and watching the waves. He thought about the last time he did this, when this city was new and he had no idea what it would give him. Now he's got her and they're friends again. And he's okay with that.

A collection of drabbles and one shots inspired by A Great Big World's "Is There Anybody Out There?" Some fall within the cannon other's are AU.

A collection of stories and drabbles inspired by Taylor Swift's album, 1989.

a short oneshot about my favorite paring! enjoy!

It was his eyes. Those unbelievable piercing green eyes that seemed to engulf you and take you away to place you yourself had only dreamt of....

This is a continuation of Whisper in the Wind....need to read it first

It was at that moment she knew that her chances were all but diminished. Her heart was shattering, like a mirror thrown against a wall....a one shot....hhr

What I had hoped the epilogue to be...

Hermione Granger has always done what is expected of her. Living a life that was all but planned out by others. An event will cause her to take charge and live the happy life she has always wanted.

"This cape, it isn't just a cape. It's a symbol of hope. Anyone who looks up to the sky and see's it, they know someone out there cares. You inspire the world. And you inspire me." AU

"It's the last year we get to be kids. And before that happens, I just want one night, where none of that matters and we're just kids, sitting here on your bed, watching some ridiculous movie, listening to you go on and on about the music." A story about soulmates.

He expected pain, as one does with death, all at once and then not at all. Instead a warmth filled with a magic he had yet to discover took over his body, sending him into a dream colored sleep. Right there, on the floor of his only constant. There was no burst of golden light, or a new face, just…something else.

It seemed as if the enemy had been defeated. Spells had been zooming through the air at full force, knocking down victims left and right. The war itself had been in effect for almost a year...one shot that might have a sequel

There is something magical about the rain...short oneshot HHR

There is always a time in your life when time stands still and every memory runs at the speed of light, the moments that make the movie of your life...Takes place during the final battle.