"You haven't begged yet," the thing following James said.
Audrey, Penelope, and the not-even-morning-after.
The coalition of the Angel and Demon-run governments led to the perhaps ill-advised partnerships of many individuals, but none so ill-advised as Fleur and Tonks. Or at least, that was how Fleur used to feel.
It happens regularly. The feeling of wanting something.
"All that blood looks good on you," James said.
"Only one bed," Razor said matter-of-factly. "Only one answer."
"It was a demon, Sirius," Remus said, as he came in through the back door and wiped his muddy shoes politely on the doormat. "We don't wait until after breakfast to kill demons."
If it weren't for the bloody gloves disposed of nearby and the man who was certainly bleeding to death in the adjoining room, Regulus would have been the picture of innocence.
There's no point in fighting if the war's already won.
Various drabbles for various prompts, all throughout the month of March.
Harry still took the long way back, hopping over chimney stacks and skidding across rooftops until he reached the ladder on the far side of the city.
Harry had been one step away from insane his whole life, if you asked the papers, and George wasn't far behind him. So duelling it was.
Harry thought that he'd been doing rather well with this arranged marriage business, all things considered. But Kingsley just has to make him second-guess himself.
A black cat watched the rain. Kingsley watched the cat. And Harry came home.
Scorpius has a crisis over socks, of all things, and Albus makes friends with coats.
The sofa was occupied when Sirius got home from work. That didn't stop him from making himself comfortable.
"It sounds to me like it was an amnesia curse," Bill offered, pitching his voice a little softer than usual, so that Harry wouldn't run. "They're rare, but not unheard of."
Percy usually never minded Oliver's company, but spending time together in the dorms was a world away from having their legs glued together by a rebounding jinx.
James fishes something unexpected out of a rockpool.
A difference in teaching styles isn't going to stop Helga and Rowena from loving each other.