She has a perfect life; a job that she loves, friends that anyone would die for and yet, it all feels empty.

She liked to categorize each dot and point, to count them and to join them. She especially liked to count his dots, his stars, to know how many milestones they still have to cross, it was both saddening and exciting at the same time. SoulmateAU! and pure fluff!

Hedwig had been his best friend for the longest time. His first friend, in fact. His first gift, too. And it was time for him to say goodbye...

Honestly, when he had signed up to accompany Harry in the search for a perfect engagement ring for his sister he hadn't expected to find that his best mate had gone totally bonkers

Their relationship always was shaky at best, fragile; like a house of cards waiting for a breeze strong enough to push it into the cold ground and it seemed that as much as he had tried to shield it from the wind, his house would have gone tumbling down sooner or later. And he was mute, immobile, watching as the heartless wind blew away his carefully crafted house of cards. SSxHG

There were three words that Remus hated more than anything, they were 'I love you'.

Ginny knows that Draco has never eaten anything made with love and she sets to fix that

He does an awful lot of pretending these days

"You know it isn't going to disappear no matter how much you send your patented Malfoy glare at it, right? " "Stuff it, Potter! "He growled back, a sneer that would have made his father quite proud drawing itself into his lips...

Time had frozen up for him, he wished he could freeze it for everyone else too.

He had been able to resist her before, thinking it a passing fancy. He'd been able to ignore her, to ignore her loveliness, when he thought it was a product of her hormones. It had been easier, easier before seeing her patronus and realising that this was possibly the first and last woman to love him, to truly love him in spite of what he was.

She had never imagined that he would ever be the one to comfort her after sending her parents to Australia, but life, it seemed, had a twisted humor.

Every magic child has a first bout of accidental magic, and being the daughter of Severus Snape and Hermione Granger hers was bound to be especial

He always had felt that his pictures were somehow inferior, sub-par. Oh, they were fine, and people always told him that they were perfectly good pictures, but to him they had always lacked something, something more lively. He had always believed that his pictures couldn't compete with Colin's; how could they? His pictures were so blank and lifeless, whereas his were so life-like

Arthur used to love watching his wife knit...

Luna's world is not a world of fiction, even if her ramblings make you believe that. In fact, it isn't all that different to the one you and I see. It is just different, unique. Rather like her.