Time Travel is tricky business. You need training and practice and years of dedication to the craft before being trusted with such a monumental responsibility. When you have none of those things, however, you can always try calling the Doctor, as he seems pretty good at this stuff. So that's exactly what Hogwarts does, and that's how he finds himself babysitting Hermione Granger.

She despised me with a fiery passion from the first moment I opened my mouth. I thought that I'd never met anyone so snooty in my life. It was the start of an infatuation. - A series of drabbles about Lily, from James' eyes.

Clara Oswald doesn't believe in ghosts. So it made sense that she didn't really notice, at first, the ghost of the girl with the bright red hair and the legs that went on forever, lingering in the TARDIS.

Things are getting a bit too peaceful at Hogwarts, so Sirius and James decide to liven things up by putting on a show.

."No, Potter, not in a thousand years." "I must persist -" "Persist away, but my answer isn't going to change." I didn't expect him to take my refusal to go to the ball with him as a challenge, but here we are, 6 days, 6 proposals and 6 refusals later, and I'm beginning to wonder if this is just another prank after all. I liked him better when he hated me. Very slightly a/u Jily.

The year is 1915 & 15 year old Laidy's world has been tipped upside down. Her parents have had a baby, owls are bombarding her with letters saying she's a witch & a handsome street urchin calling himself Padfoot keeps appearing whenever she needs saving & trying to give her advice; & to her amazement, all it takes is one bella notte for her to start believing him. [ON HIATUS]