Five years after parting to pursue their choice careers, three best friends reunite. Two Aurors have a hole all over one of their most recent cases. A bookworm will help fill it with answers. On the surface, all seems smooth, but the War has changed them.

Two fugitives' silent pleas, hopes and dreams.

You wouldn't want to get caught.

Ron finds a note that reminds him what happiness he may have missed.

The Queer Sycamore is a hotel during daytime and a brothel at night. It is also a place where an Auror works under the stage name of Geraldine Blewett.

It's the Leaving Ball and Sirius Black and Cassandra Sanscrit find each other in the Gryffindor Tower, only to spark off their nine year-old feud and resulting in a hasty flee and resentment and ... something more.

What do you want? he snarls at her as he removes his shoulder pads. She knows how they smell. Granianhide, sweat, and mud. The sight brings back a particularly delightful memory of him plunging at remarkable speed toward ground, practising Wronski's feint

Coming back to his last dwelling place was one mistake in a series of pestilent ones. I didn't even deserve to come past the entry gate. It should have burned me to the ground. Written for the "Green Hair of Graves" challenge on livejournal RIP darkones

Hermione comforts Ron after he suffers the loss of a family member

Quiet. Quiet as the two of them stole each other’s breath away. the best way I could explain the rating is with 'literary smut', meaning the real smut you'll find in some stories is much more elaborate than here

Harry feels compelled to address a letter to his deceased godfather. A small mystery follows. A quick fic that turns out to be a little sad.