Given the chance to be alive again, Holly Potter doesn't think twice before saying yes. Except, she isn't Holly Potter anymore, she's Holly Nikolaev, and she has until the day she turns eighteen to make Tom Riddle fall in love with her before the thing that brought her back to life claims her forever. fem!Harry

Professor Sinistra gives the Gryffindors and Slytherins a project to work on in partners. The catch? She picks the pairs.

Where there were gunshots, there were men. Where there were men, there was food. James supposed it was just his luck. He would fall off the back of a yacht and find himself in a jungle.

James yawned, then, and had leaned against my shoulder, his arms strewn restlessly across his mid-section. It was comforting, and I had wanted to card my fingers through his hair, but I wasn't ready to be so close. I wasn't ready, and neither was he, probably. "Show-off."

Hermione was in the right! She didn't do anything wrong, she swears. He was scared of the monster within the closet with teeth as waiflike as the dead grass outside, and stomach as large as the portly dog next door. But, the monster couldn't hurt him anymore; the monster was long gone and hidden from sight. But, was it? Dark!Hermione

She didn't believe in superstitions.

Her eyes were black, not soulless nor lifeless. Instead, they were like two pristine stones of onyx that lit up with a purple flare when touched by candlelight. But, he couldn't say they were beautiful — he didn't have the heart to admit it. She was smiling at him, and he wanted to smile back, but he could see Hermione in the corner of his eye — staring, watching, wondering.

Molly was not stupid; she knew she wasn't, but she could not comprehend how she had missed it before. Maybe it was one of Arthur's hand-me-downs, or maybe it had been stuck between the bedframe and tan walls — but she had never seen it before. It was simply too pretty to be theirs.

I was staring at her magnolia door; contemplating, thinking, wondering. She was my sister, and here I was staring at the white of her door, imaging the wood dissembling and revealing her slouched silhouette and smiling eyes.

Tom always thought the colour red was ugly, anyway.

Albus saves a merperson. It doesn't go quite as planned.

What happens if Rita Skeeter learns of Severus Snape's love for Lily Potter? She tells all her loyal readers, of course!

When Harry Potter came into his taxidermy workshop, drenched, and holding a dead dog, Draco thought of it as nothing but another job to do. He didn't think the florist next door would be dead set on getting them together. Muggle!AU

"No, Narcissa," I say, helplessly. "No, hey — look at me. Please. Snape couldn't have hurt me, he's like a house cat, yes?" She lifts her head and rubs her damask cheeks. She stares into my eyes. "Will you stay with me, Lucius?" "Narcissa—" She touches a finger to my lips and kneels in front of me, her knees between mine, her finger trembling against my lips. "Please."

When young Charlie Weasley is wakened up in the middle of the night, he believes it to be the likes of You-Know-Who, but as it turns out, it's most definitely not. (This is a character read of Luuna Lovegood's fanfiction The Right Choice)

Rachel couldn't hate magic, because if she did, she would be hating her own sister. But, she could hate everything else.

Helena knows she's crazy. The nurses have told her she is dying. Her own mother even believes her to be insane. But a certain psychiatrist doesn't seem to think the same.

Blaise forgot to wash the dishes, again.

From the eyes of a basilisk.