She’d never thought of him as others had seen him; he was never the Boy-Who-Lived, saviour of the wizarding world, to her. No. To her, he was just Harry, a confused boy forced to fight his demons on his own. Char death, AU final battle, oneshot.

The problem with people is that they're not like creatures. People expect you to speak quickly, move slowly, and always, always look them in the eye. People expect you to lie. To cheat. To change. Newt has never understood it, doesn't think he ever will, and that's probably why he's always felt that beasts make a little (a lot) more sense than people do. (A character study.)

Gladstone was not a dog. Nor a cat, or a fish, or any other conventional pet. Honestly, John still wasn't sure what sort of creature Gladstone really was, but he certainly remembered thinking he'd had a bit too much to drink when he came home to find it lying on the sitting room carpet.

When Scott opened the front door to find Stiles rocking back and forth on his heels on the front porch, an enormous backpack on his back and smelling overwhelmingly like artificial fruit, he almost closed the door. But, alas, he hesitated for half a second, and then it was too late. "I want to test your werewolf-y taste buds. With Skittles. For science."

Hiccup knew it was his duty; knew that, as much as everything in his heart rebelled and his hands shook, he had to do this. But despite that, he never, ever expected to raise his bow, pull back the string, loose the arrow, and miss. (HUGE HTTYD2 spoilers. Read at your own risk.)

A phone is the only thing that connects them, and they're okay with that. Sometimes, though, it's just not enough. Or: The story that ended before it ever began.

Sometimes he thinks about how easy it is to change things. Other times he wonders if the future's really changing at all. /Self-challenge fic, drabble series/

Albus' eyes twinkled at her. "Let's just call it a... social experiment, if you will." McGonagall had the foreboding feeling that this year was going to be very strange indeed. Parody, Mary Sue-bashing, proper IC-ness, etc.

They never did manage to prove that the Weasley twins did it. Oneshot.

No one really knew why he kept going back there. After all, sometimes he didn't even know why himself. Oneshot, pre-fic character death

No one knows what the future holds. But really, if the future is anything like what comes up in here, it could go anywhere. A compilation of various future fic ideas. Read to find out what may or may not be coming...

It wasn't a matter of personal pride. He had defeated Hermione—beaten her down until she couldn't even form any kind of resistance—and now he was going to pay. Harry would make sure of that. One-shot