He had almost been able feel the laughter in the teasing words, trying to draw him towards her, and they hit like knives as laughter had bubbled up in his chest. If he had laughed or smiled and let the grin crack through the agony on his face, then she won, and his suffering was for nothing.

It was ironic that the final i's dotted and t's crossed on his life story would be being done in by a hippogriph. The same hippogriph, he suspected, that had escaped his grasp just minutes before he was to carry out the execution orders.

The boy had done it again, had made a joke of his family. But no longer. He planned on stamping that magic out of him. Permanently.

A short little poem on how I believe Severus would view a choice between Lilly and James.

Astoria supposed she could blame her petty jealousy of her sister on her spun gold hair or the grace with which she walked. She could blame it on the heads that turned as her sister walked past or on the fine gifts their parents gave to their eldest daughter. But Astoria didn't envy Daphne's looks. Astoria envied her bones. TRIGGER WARNING: anorexia, depression, etc.

"Did you have to break that girl's glasses?"-"Of course I did."-Somehow, his answer just wasn't good enough. (Set during the Marauder Era)