Whatever Harry had been expecting, it certainly wasn't this. Apparently it wasn't often that your father sent you a howler to congratulate you. Ron was looking straightforwardly envious, while Harry didn't know what do to about this new development. AU of the howler scene in CoS.

In the general scheme of things Marcei was pretty high up on the status charts. She was *that* close to becoming the new Trade Princess, and life couldn't really get much better. But it really sucked that now everything had to mess up. Marooning? Alliance and Horde conflict? Crazy pigmies? What? Goblin starting experience. UNDER REWRITE.

Looking up at the sky, she breathed in deeply. In the distance, there was the slight smell of soot and smoke. She frowned. What? She was hallucinating, surely. Only Leo ever smelt like that, and this time the scent was multiplied by at least a hundred. Like a fire . . . WARNING: Contains BoO spoilers! Read at your own risk.

A lot of things happened in those seven years. They came together from different walks of life, suffering much and gaining little. But, what mattered most was that they loved each other. This is their story of what happened underneath Hogwarts' roof, from that first day at the playground.

When eleven year-old James Potter was first asked this question, his honest-to-goodness response was: "Marry Lily Evans." DRABBLE. Slightly inspired by Nickelback's "If Today Was Your Last Day".

Kathryn Weiss is someone who shouldn't be messed with. She knows that, too. However, when throwing the curse of the worgen into the mix, she may just lose her mind completely right when she needs it the most, as her homeland Gilneas faces attack from the Forsaken. The only light in this situation is the man she meets: Liam Greymane. Worgen starting experience. EDITED.

Life inside the Bonfamille household started to fall apart the moment Madam's will was mentioned. Afterwards, came an adventurous tale involving a ginger haired man, two women with lifeguard tendencies, and the need to return home, back where one belongs. The story of The Aristocats, in human AU.

Leo had some loose ends to tie up. For one, he wasn't dead. Two, his friends thought the exact opposite, and that wasn't exactly good. Three...well, there was no three, but Calypso has an attachment to a Starbucks cup for some reason or other. Anyway, it's best to end your rescue mission the way it all started; by coming crashing down as a fireball of destructiveness. Oneshot.

A series of unrelated Duncney oneshots, all based off an individual Taylor Swift song. Some will be AU. All rights belong to their respective owners. Lyrics belong to the goddess. Duh.

"Have overnight realisations ever tipped your world on its side?" "You're asking me?" When he nodded, Hermione had to think about it before responding. "But why do you want my opinion?" she asked. "I'm beneath you, aren't I? A mudblood?" Dramione oneshot. Cover image doesn't belong to me. Most rights go to J.K. Rowling.

"Why do you try to stop me?" he asked, swinging at her again. "I have the key. I will get through." "You will only ever set foot in Silvermoon over my dead body," she retorted. The ranger's final stand. Some dialogue referenced from Warcraft 3: Reign of Chaos & Warcraft 3: Frozen Throne. All rights belong to Blizzard. The cover doesn't belong to me.

"Jaina?" His tone became softer when addressing her, but that couldn't change her mind. "I'm sorry, Arthas," she whispered. "I can't watch you do this." A look of hurt and betrayal flickered in his eyes, but all the same, he turned around to his men, getting on his horse. Dialogue referenced from Warcraft 3: Reign of Chaos. Set before the purging of Stratholme.

Calypso hated her life. She had lost three heroes, and she'd had enough. When a fourth, Leo Valdez, arrives, her temper snaps. Calypso's POV during the House of Hades. And more. Warning: Contains spoilers! Please review! Cover art belongs to Viria. All rights go to Rick Riordan.

'I think I'm bringing out the humorous side in you, Evans,' he murmured, his face dangerously close to hers. His breath smelled like the spices that decked the food in the kitchens, and it was making her dizzy. Jily oneshot. Please review! Everything belongs to J.K Rowling. (Duh.) Cover image doesn't belong to me.