The First War. The Wizarding World was kept in darkness and war for over a decade. But what if Halloween of 1981 hadn't ended it, and the war had continued for years? What if things had happened differently and a family's lives were saved? An AU fic.

It started in the library, when they decided to act on emotions. It ended while watching a sunset in the backyard, when they decided it was 'for the best'. It became fully understood on a stormy night, when they decided that love wasn't always logical.

She was trapped in that house, the walls suffocating. But it hadn't always been like that; there was a time when she was happy there. Yet that time is gone, but can she justify, even to herself, performing the greatest of crimes? Can she justify betrayal?

Everything is made up of many different 'Bits and Pieces'. -A collection of different drabbles written over the years, to be posted only on this site.-

Sirius Black: A son, a brother. A friend, a Marauder. A prisoner, a fugitive, a godfather. Sirius played many roles, most veiled with tragedy or loss. But even in dark night skies, there are stars that shine bright. A short story collection about Padfoot.

It was a time of terror, panic, confusion. It was a time of death and pain. It was a time when friends and family feared for themselves and others. It was a time of death - but also life. It was the time of the First War. -Sequel to 'Recognition' of SoB.-

The bottle was passed between them silently, no words needing to be said, everything hanging heavily in the air. { Drabble - Five sentence fic }

Prompt: "Strange stuff, the dropsy drown you! The red plague rid you, thrice double-ass!" { Drabble }

He was just beginning to like the guy, the one who reminded him so much of Liam it was nearly heartbreaking. { Drabble - Five sentence fic }

'I love you.' { Drabble - Five sentence fic }

It was filthy aboard the Jolly Roger, and she was ruined beyond repair. { Drabble - Five sentence fic }

It had been her that had shown him the way. { Drabble - Five sentence fic }

He'll punch you again if he finds out. { Drabble - Five sentence fic }

This is all your fault, isn't it? { Drabble }

He was torn. More torn than he had found himself in any recent memory, that was without a doubt. { Drabble }

Prompt: 'If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge' { Drabble }

Killian sat outside, watching the flames of a fire slowly finish dying down, the half-empty bottle of rum still held loosely in his hand. { Drabble }

He turned at the sound of Snow's voice, surprised to see the princess here. He had expected the prince, if anyone, to come across him. To try to stop him from pacing and no doubt wearing the floor down with his movements. { Drabble } {Captain Swan}

He didn't look at her for a moment, his eyes gazing anywhere but directly at her. It was hard enough to bring the words forth the first time, to wait and see what her response would be. { Drabble }

He could feel his heart; it was broken—shattered—in hundreds of thousands of pieces. Was it physically possible to still be alive and feel this way? To feel this defeated and broken? { Drabble }