She screams and the sound destroys her. Loosening the last rusty nail of sanity. Splintering the aged timber. The house collapses, wall by wall by wall. And in the cellar, the last of Merope Gaunt rots, curled in upon herself as the pain comes.

Even as a ghost, Professor Quirrell can't catch a break.

The situation, Tonks surmised, was indeed bleak. She had no wand, no contact with the Ministry and no way off the remote Scottish island that held her prisoner. If things went according to plan, she'd be dead within the hour.

In a place where the captain of all the men of death reigned supreme, she sought resurrection. Sequel to Consumed.

At the end of the 18th century, Artemisia Lufkin became the first female Minister of Magic. She was a political genius, an Auror and a disciple of the Enlightenment. But behind closed doors, she was also a hedonist, an adulteress and guilty of treason.

There is legend. And then there is truth. In 10th century England, three wizards banded together, not to found a school, but to concoct one of the greatest lies ever told. And thus began the history of Hogwarts.

Ariana brought her flowers to the attic. She made a garden where there was none. Where sunlight fell through the windows, distorted into slats by the presence of iron bars. Barred windows to hold a barred mind.

After the death of a friend, Professor Fotherby struggles to regain her reputation, career and life. But Hogwarts isn't ready to go back to normal yet and neither is she. Can she learn a lesson herself and realize that sometimes love isn't unconditional?

Draco lifted his head and swallowed a scream. Shards of memory danced through his mind. His car was nestled against a dented guardrail, the remnants of his shattered headlights dusting the blacktop. And outside, the sky wept soot.

A year before he was slated to attend Hogwarts, Scorpius Malfoy died. His parents buried him on a Tuesday. Inspired by Stephen King's "Pet Sematary".

Bellatrix needed to see fear behind his eyes. She needed to sense his humanity, his imperfections. She needed to know that she was only and always the Dark Lord’s servant. Not him. Not Severus Snape.

Stone for stone. Blood for blood. Four destined to become three. The ancient magic must be appeased and the Founders provide a sacrifice.

Bellatrix ran one fingernail over her old writing desk, relishing in the archaic swirls carved there long ago by her pen knife. There were still ink stains on the tufted chair nearby, blemishes of a childhood past and a childhood wasted in idleness.

After Dumbledore’s funeral Lupin is forced to confront his old love and relive a painful past. Oneshot sequel to Grief. RLNT RLOC

A long lost love from Lupin's past attends Dumbledore's funeral to find that her werewolf has fallen for another. Oneshot, HBP spoilers, NTRL, RLOC