Lorcan watches as the world catches on fire and wakes to them telling him it was all a dream. -DominiqueLorcan-

I said a prayer to the god of I hope you never call by here again and spent every night with my hand twisted in the chain of the locket with your photo in it and wished for you to be there with me. -RoxanneLysander-

It's like all the old stories, but the knight and the princess and the dragon aren't sure of the parts they're meant to be playing and, sometimes, they play them all. Actually, it isn't like those stories at all. -LilyScorpius-

"Bloody hell, Weasley," Scorpius exclaimed. "When I said I'd love to be tangled up in your sheets one day, I didn't mean like this." A collection of RoseScorpius one-shots.

I can teach you where the secrets lie. They're murky, hidden behind storm grey eyes. -Sirius/OC-

A wand in his hand and the instruction to kill. And for the first time, it came to him, the realisation that he may be something less than a god. -A look into the mess that is Regulus's mind, written for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition-

Lucy had a way of looking at one thing and seeing many. Teddy looked a thousand different ways and was one.

This is what survivors do. They keep on going. She just has to keep moving. If she can keep moving, maybe she can trick herself into believing she still has a life to live, and not just a heart that won't stop beating. [AU] -written for The Quidditch League Fanfiction Competion, Round Six

Do you know what it's like, to feel alive? -GinnyHermione, for The Quidditch League Fanfiction Competion, Round Seven.

Rose has a secret, Albus is sick of being left in the dark. Lucy has a crush -or well, several- and Louis doesn't like girls. Four sixth year Weasley/Potter cousins, four different houses and this; the story that connects them all, as their lives mix together in a tangled mess of drama and deceit.

Unfortunately Louis's stare had no magical properties to it and Scorpius wasn't transfigured into a mollusk or vanished into another universe.

In which James is ridiculous and there are many misunderstandings and nothing turns out quite like it was meant to, but is somehow so much better. Written for The Quidditch League Fanfiction Challenge, Round 12.

The butterflies must all have died. Written for The Quidditch League Fanfiction Challenge, Round 11.

Little hands, a sweet tooth, a dirty mouth. James, and Lily, and looking into the future. Written for The Quidditch League Fanfiction Challenge, Round 10.

Everyone always said how much I looked like my father, how much I was like him. That first day I found out, and so many afterwards, I stared at the white blonde hair and dirty-ice-grey eyes that stared back at me in the mirror, and wondered if I could be a killer too. -AU, written for The Quidditch League Fanfiction Competion, Round Nine.

James may need to find new friends. But then again, maybe not. -Marauders fluff, written for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition-

Dive headfirst into the mind of Millicent Bullstrode, but be warned; you may not like what you find there. -Written for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition-

He's sorry that he has to come in here, dragging ghosts behind him. He's just so sick of being on his own with them. -Hannah&Blaise, written for the Quidditch Fanfiction Competition-

Albus Potter doesn't want to be sorted. Not like this. /for round one of the Wishful Thinking Competition

Everything fell apart and Victoire sat down to tea. -VictoireScorpius-