"We are forever," she whispers, and he hopes she is wrong, and he watches as the flame hearted lover that might have been forms a golden thread on the tapestry of his life —-Teddy thinks of Lily, the girl he always wanted and Victoire, the girl who has ensnared him —unrequited!TeddyLily, TeddyVictoire, for Erin

It's going to take a lot more than a war to tear them apart —-Hermione realises that their love could last forever

Louis is the kind of boy who paints you in sea salt and drums the beat of the ever moving tide into your spine and Lorcan is sick of the smudgy, grey city and its endless drizzle —-Lorcan and Louis, soaring above their own cerulean corner of England, where the only schedule they have is the movement of the tides

They begin to ink their story across the world and they know that in the years to come, no one will ever be able to keep up with the map of their restless hearts because they would run forever, just to be by each other's sides —-Daphne and Blaise chase each other across the wilds

She is a masterpiece, carved by the gods and honey, you're no believer but you could believe in every breath she breathes —-Lily Luna Potter and her blazing soul is worth every patch of blistered skin

We will journey to the land of the great, where the wind dances across the empty mountainside and the forgotten souls of lovers embrace and collide —- Albus, Scorpius and being born to run —freeverse

Some nights, as she struggles between paper-thin, claustrophobic white sheets, her hands reaching out and grasping nothing but empty space, her mind roaming fitfully between consciousness and nightmares, Lily imagines —-Lily, James and learning that the heart can't be glued back together —First World War AU

Godric, Salazar and learning that glass hearts shatter eventually and that even gods have to fall —a reincarnation story, for Cass

He could fly anywhere he wanted, but he always seems to come back to you —-Andromeda and Ted, climbing up the cerulean sky

In which falling from heaven feels like moonlight trysts and poetry scrawled in onyx ink; the forbidden fruit tastes like honey sunlight on golden skin and running away from the Garden of Eden finally feels like freedom —-James, Dominique, Lucifer and wings of golden deceit —freeverse

His long fingers dance over the ivory keys and you stare transfixed at the way his hands move effortlessly over the keyboard of black and white with such elegance, creating beautifully haunting melodies —-Albus, Scorpius and saving each other —first place in The Instrument Competition

She's a train wreck, baby, but didn't you know that train wrecks make the front page? —-Lily and Scorpius, falling in love —drabble

And, yes, maybe she does know the best curses to make her enemies writhe in pain and maybe she does get a thrill, an unexplainable rush of adrenaline as she hears their screams but she's not insane. No, she's Bellatrix Black. She's alive. —-Bellatrix Black was once a teenager too

Because, your supernova's burnt out and all you're left with is a broken heart and a patch of sky that used to be yours. Because you're as chained to your cold, lonely flat as he is to his cell in Azkaban. —Wolfstar Freeverse.

Because, at the end of the day, no-one really is truly a saint —-Seven sins, seven characters and seven moments —first place in The Magic Number Competition

They whisper, in hushed tones reserved for the lost, that you were going to be someone and that you were going to change the world but, how wrong they were. Because it's not things like surnames or beauty that make a difference, it's things like heroism and courage and Daphne, sweetie, you had none of that, did you? —-Daphne finally runs, with Blaise by her side

It's going to take a lot more than wishing on shooting stars, finding four leaf clovers and counting magpies to make her fall in love with you. Who are you, Ronald Weasley? Nobody, that's who —-The locket whispers to Ron on the Horcrux Hunt —Freeverse

She was once innocent, perfect and whole as he showered her with kisses on the lake's shore. But now, she's weary, broken and her skin's disfigured with the self-inflicted marks of a knife's embrace and she walks into the icy depths and the wind whispers to her that every step brings them closer together again. A story of moving on, as told by a girl who has lost far too much.

She's an explosion of colours, a supernova girl and an inferno of beauty, courage and energy. She leaves trails of sparks and desire on your skin and she'll never, ever give up —-Molly, Lorcan and dancing through life.

She found out that the Andromeda galaxy was going to collide with the Milky Way in billions of years, destroying the Earth. Maybe they were all just waiting for her collision —-The life of Andromeda Black —Second place in the August 2012 Fan-Favourite Awards