She knew. She knew he was lying. She knew why he was lying. She knew exactly what had happened. And she knew exactly what she had to do about it. But it wasn't fair.

A series of drabbles centering on Lily and James Potter.

Her grandfather's war and her father's war were fought with metal and manpower. Hers was done with magic.

Lily was dead. Trigger warning for depression/ptsd.

"It's not completely unheard of," she said, "I am on a date with you, after all."

This is a story about a girl, the choices she made, and the people she loved. This is the story of how a girl and her best friend fell apart, and how a girl and a boy fell in love.

The story of a Golden Snitch and two people in love.

He knew. He knew it when he saw her that fateful day toward the end of fourth year; something had changed. What exactly had changed was yet to be determined, but he was positive something was different about her. Companion to Kiss and Tell.

James Potter is in for a bit of a surprise. May contain citrus fruit.

He did not wish her a happy birthday, and when she stared him down until he made eye contact with her, he only flashed her a small smile and turned away. This was proving to be the worst birthday ever.

Sirius Black and Lily Potter were not friends. They never had been, nor would they ever be. They had never hated each other, certainly, but were never enticed by the other's friendship. No, Sirius Black and Lily Potter were never friends.

She could not do this. In another time, in another place, with a long life assured them, she would marry him in a heartbeat. But not now. Not like this.

And that was why he was now sitting on the lawn overlooking the lake drinking stolen wine and thinking about the girl who tormented him every moment. He was a mess.

He's being a pansy. He should be kissing her. He should have snogged her senseless the moment they set foot in his dormitory. Really, she should be lying naked underneath him, writhing and screaming his name at the top of her lungs.

The story of a girl who would never be a princess, the boy who wanted to be her prince, and the prat who just might be her knight. From "Once Upon a Time," to "Happily Ever After," Lily's life was very, very Fairytalesque.

A short, strange, story written in second person perspective.

The rules were simple. Provoke each other. Scream at each other. Snog each other. Do this as frequently as possible, but don't ever, ever kiss and tell.

He has angered me, like never before. I cannot take him now, but trust me, I will soon enough. No one can defeat me. He. Is. Mine.

Ahhh. First kisses. Just lovely, aren't they? They're new and sweet and full of fuzzy, floaty, first kiss feelings. They make everyone happy, right? James is about to find out.

I suppose we've been too busy having fun to realize that the time was flying past us. Or perhaps it was the fun that made the time fly. Either way, it's gone now.