Parts from my own fanfics. I think of it as a trailer.

In their sixth year, James and Sirius. who were practically brothers, had a fall out.

"Come, come," Scorpius murmured against her ear, his lips brushing against it, "there is no need to play with my heart." His locks fell against her cheeks with a casual elegance, which only some could manage and few could perfect, as he slowly nibbled at her earlobe. "Look,I gotta go. It's gettin late"

Cindy Bradshaw was transferred to Hogwarts in the middle of first year. Dumbledore had taught her grandmother, and her grandmother had insisted Dumbledore was the best professor anyone could ask for. However, the threat of Voldemort's power still lingered in the minds of the Bradshaws. And they were ready to take Cindy out of Hogwarts, at the first sign of trouble.

There is a fifth Marauder, a forgotten one. And she is Cindy Colbert... This is just a sample chapter...a ROUGH draft. Think of it as a trailer. I will be posting the fair draft soon.

Draco's break down in the Half Blood Prince

Many years later, a member of the order is killed. His body is never found. Sequel to Dearborn

A letter written out of jealousy and hatred. Written but never delivered.

A short, nasty letter written by Petunia to James Potter

The ring was ugly and somewhat clumsily made out of gold, probably a testament to the rudimentary skills and tools that were used to craft it. The stone itself was dull, black and uninteresting. It was now cracked and damaged, but brilliant. A bit like himself, he supposed.

Letters of correspondence between Dumbledore and Petunia over the course of ten years. The letter of rejection and the letter left on her doorstep. "There is more to her than what meets the eye." Read on

Caradoc Dearborn, a regular student at Hogwarts. We know that Caradoc was a member of the Order of The Phoenix. He was killed and his body was never found. This is a regular story from his regular life. Just like our regular life.

In the aftermath of the battle, the Malfoys were huddled together separate from the others in the Castle, who were mourning their dead as well as celebrating the death of Voldemort. Draco went through it all in a daze. He was still in shock. Everywhere he looked,he could only see death, death, death. The price of dark magic and darker ambitions. Death, and destruction, and blood."

One quite evening, long after her class was over, Minerva McGonagall found herself sitting alone in her classroom, a letter clutched in her hand. Based on the extra information JKR revealed about McGonagall.

"You think you can stop me? I have already set the wave in motion. If I'm defeated, someone else will take my place. Perhaps, tomorrow. Perhaps, someone more terrible, more murderous," he smiled coldly. "But someone will always take my place."

Come to us. The shadows in the mirror kept calling out to him. Harry tossed and turned in his sleep. Come to us, they said, we will never leave your side.

"It was unwise, my prince, to have angered the Martells. And more unwise to have shamed your wife so," she had told him.