"One day, there was a knock on his door. Which was strange, as Draco never got guests. Nobody dared come near him nowadays. Nevertheless, Draco opened his front door to see the star of his dreams standing at his doorstep. With a suitcase." -I wrote this for Laux14's 'There's Someone Else' Challenge. I hope you enjoy.

'He needed a birth. Something fresh and pure. Only the soft hand in his, and the flaming hair in his peripheral vision kept him standing. "Thank you," he whispered.' Harry/Ginny, songfic for Newborn, Muse.

What is James and Lily's relationship to Sirius? Chaos, that's what.

"Oliver was being the show, but he needed a narrator. I'm the pen." Entry to All Time Low Competition, by TrueBeliever831.

50 drabbles for Lilybug134's Favourite Era Bootcamp Challenge. Many different pairings, including Scorose, Teddy/Victoire, Scorpius/James, Teddy/Lily and Lysander/Lily

a series of drabbles about James and Lily. 'Red flames ravaged a cold grey sky, and emeralds shedding crystalline diamonds rested in pristine porcelain.' 'The shadow followed, picking his way through her paths in the grass, a silhouette against her radiance, with eyes damaged by her beauty, a crown inked in with a fountain pen and eyes of hazel.'

"If Scorpius made his brother happy, then, despite being a Malfoy, how bad could he really be? But it was only a few hours later when James ate his words." / Albus/Scorpius, minor Harry/Ginny - written for the emotional challenge by TeamEdwardMasen

Albus still couldn't get his words the right way round, but Scorpius was the only one who could read Albus's handwriting. / albus, scorpius, steel kissing gates, sour lemonade & speaking in liquids.

you hold his hand. a hand is all you get for now. one hand, glowing gold against your silver. the sort of hands that should be sweeping sun-kissed blond hair from sky blue eyes, but instead they are grafted to a broken boy. / Albus, Scorpius and liquid metal.

When discussing what exactly Remus Lupin does every month, when he apparently 'visits his mother', Lily sure is oblivious. Luckily, there was always James there to straighten out confusion.

"It's Wednesday, and it's ten o'clock in the morning. The weather is nice. You're alive." This was written for The Sad and Depressing One-Shot Challenge, by Alarice Tey. Implied Albus/Scorpius.

"You named me after the two people you supposedly 'loved the most', but I don't think you even have the capacity to love! You're just this shell, called a hero, warped by fame, lying about your love for your family. But the truth is, I think you ran out of love a long time ago." James's relationship with his father is falling apart, and someone has to fix it.

'Ginny Weasley, the brave, fiery-haired wife of the heroic Harry Potter, and the youngest and only daughter of the Pureblood Weasley family, was frigophobic. She was afraid of the cold.'

'Albus was different. He'd violated his hair with spells as soon as he had the chance, and he was colder. He wasn't angry. He never raised his voice. He was cold, and hateful, and perfect for the House he was sent to. Albus was born a Slytherin, and they looked up to him. Scorpius did too.' -Written for the 'Pick Your Own Prompts' challenge, by HedwigBlack. SLASH AS/S.

"When you left, it taught me a lot of things. It made me a man. When you closed that door on me, many more opened."

A humiliatingly disasterous birthday party brought them together. Hogwarts kept them together. Will blood finally wrench them apart? Are they really meant to be? Rose W. & Scorpius M. Rose x Scorpius RosexScorpius

'"Alright then, Potter. Let's have a bet," Draco said. "If I manage to kiss you on the mouth, you're mine."'

Molly, coming from the Pureblood Wizarding lot she did, knew better than to curl up and cry. She knew better than to stand around and let people protect her. She was not a heartbroken little girl; she was a woman. A woman who could take care of herself even in the darkest times and more importantly, her children. She's lost Fred, but she wasn't going to lose the rest.

'"Mummy, Daddy, wook!" Harry gurgled, pointed to the window. James and Lily looked where he was pointing. A dark figure was standing behind their gate, undoing the latch. James's and Lily's smiles ever so slowly trickled off of their faces. "Oh God, James, what do we do?" Lily sobbed.' -I wrote this for HollyPotter28's 'Run' Challenge. I hope you enjoy it.

'Behind Harry and Draco was a dead tree, a silhouette of pure darkness and despair, hunched over under the rays of the afternoon sun. It was partly the reason they so enjoyed sitting together, leaned against the dark, dead tree; it was a sinister core for the piercing day, and its shadow cast the day into perspective, giving it an almost artificial edge. Sort of like them.'