Christmas is a time of peace and for them, it had finally come on a field on the Night Most Divine. DHr, HG, Oneshot.

With shattered dreams, I’ve torn the seams And created my personal Hell... Sequel to Hollowed Out Stone, DHr

I left my dreams at a hollowed out stone Abandoned my friends, left all alone... DHr, Oneshot

A sleeping couple and the surveyor whose world crashes in... the fires of the night. DHrR Triangle

Granger, I understand the incessant need most people have for getting absolutely besotted with the holiday, but I don’t quite think this is what is expected. DHr fluff!

At a Christmas party, two people find themselves together by the lake. DHr fluff!

Draco is reflecting on the past, its victories and its sacrifices. DHr, Oneshot.

In a world blistering in war, there are rogue Death Eaters joining in the fragmented Order of the Phoenix's cause. The Reich's informant and the Order's mediator have a very interesting relationship, a relationship that may risk all their lives... DHr

It was cold and dark, and the forest was just a bit eerie. But he didn’t care. How could he, when this was where he belonged. Companion Piece to Horror Stories but can be read alone. RLNT, ONESHOT

They always met in secret. Always for love. That night, it was different. 'I hate you.' ... 'Why' DMHG Romance set during HBP, slightly dark, ONESHOT

A poem about the Marauders. 'They follow the leader, the Alpha, the First...' COMPLETE

In a family of nine there's bound to be a traitor. 'And I still want to run... To hide... To cry... And to, ultimately, forget this day, this prison, and this abominable little cell. And even, as I hate to say it, forget my own brother.' ONESHOT

It was cold and dark, and the forest was just a bit eerie. But she didn’t care. How could she, when he was so close? RLNT, ONESHOT

“Everyone thinks we hate each other… I don’t think that I can play this game any longer…” As the war comes closer, people realize that they don't really know Hermione Granger... or Draco Malfoy... HAITUS! UNDER REVISION!

Someone writes a letter to a dead man. Post OotP. REVISED!

We can’t keep hiding them, Albus. We can’t keep saving them. Harry Potter may go to Azkaban. Ron Weasley may very well become a shell holding a dying soul and Hermione Granger may become her own destruction. We can do nothing, Albus... ONESHOT, COMPLETE

When Harry James Potter was born, Severus Snape decided to let the past lie. Now it is coming back to haunt him. ON PERMANENT HAITUS!