Usually she is not one of those girls who quietly cry in a small corner when their boyfriend openly rejects them. Usually she is one of those girls who screams murder and proceeds to scratch the jerk's face. [decayverse]

Death was close; it was pulling him down with its lean, gangly arms. His legs were aching so much. Regulus accepted his fate and closed his eyes.

A most hidden war is raging across the country. He is not new to being hunted. The place is different, but the hunt goes on. It always does as long as there is right and wrong and something to fight for. And no one knows this better than those who struggle to survive and exist in this grey mess. Welcome to the twisted and treacherous life of Colin Creevey. [decayverse]

There were three of them: Dennis Creevey, Orla Quirke and Stewart Ackerley, and Eleanor Branstone had to somehow squeeze herself in that circle.

A black, hairy dog jumped from a window on the second floor of Twelve, Grimauld Place and landed with a dull thump on the snow clad ground.

Theodore Nott hadn't wanted to sit with an ex-classmate when he had boarded the train to Dublin. He hadn't wanted to see her or do anything with her for that matter.

Wars have disastrous consequences. Dennis knows it better than most.

"I'm going there. I'm nearly seventeen, anyway. You in?" Prisoner 1101 does not remember a lot of things, except his brother's last goodbye to him. [VoldemortWins!AU]

"Wouldn't it do you good if you took a break from your standard deviation once in a while and did something that provides some variance? Think about it."

Everything he was familiar with had been distorted irreparably. The hunter had become hunted; the bully had become the meek victim. [This is a rewritten version of my old story, 'Night Sky']

"There are worlds out there where the sky's burning..." A poem capturing the sense of being a Muggle-born during the treacherous times of 1997 and 1998 from Colin's point of view. [Freeverse]

"I never knew all the odd stuff I could do was magic till I got the letter from Hogwarts. My dad's a milkman, he couldn't believe it either." What odd stuff, exactly? [A collection of rather long drabbles and short-fics]

"Just who are you?" she asks him, exasperated beyond measure. "I'm the wrench in the machine." He knows that soon he is going to be in a desperate need of money, and he is prepared to do anything to earn it. Survival is the only thing that matters. Nobody can stop him and nobody is going to find him. [dark themes/set in May-June 1997]

"A siren - that's what she is, with her lithe and curvaceous body and chocolate eyes that could make any man a slave of hers." Dean Thomas is hurting after Ginny's betrayal. And who knew Colin Creevey could be so dark natured?

Dean Thomas is numb with shock. Dumbledore died last night, and Dean cannot help but imagine how today is going to play out.

He always wants to say something, wants these useless feelings to evacuate his soul and go out into the open but as each day rolls by, he feels that they are meant for nothing but a heavy weight attached to a noose running around his neck, slowly choking him until he falls to the ground in a heap of dead muscles and flesh.

Perhaps the image of Tom Riddle that stared at them from the mirrors or the irrational paranoia that shook them every now and then would never leave them, but they could not stop living, could they?

And if she tried hard enough, she could hear her mam telling her in her sweet and gentle voice, "Listen to the falling rain, Luna." [In which Luna Lovegood remembers her mother; vignettes]

This is the story of three boys— men really, who saw their lifelong beliefs being shattered like glass. This is the story of how they did the right thing in the end.

Twenty-three years ago, he fell into the Lake. A nostalgic Dennis remembers his first day at Hogwarts as he takes first years across the Lake.