And all I can tell myself is, 'At least I have the memories.' Oneshot, DP. Slightly angsty. An insight.

In this love, there is no grace. It's the worst kind of unrequited; he allows her his good humour. For her, it will never be enough. For him, it will always be too much.

After a lifetime of friendship, there's one last thing left to explore. Tragedy changes you, but you always remain the same. Angsty .. twisted HGHP R&R !

Wherever he found himself, there were always her roses. DHr

The silent storms that raged within her must come to an end. After all, she was better than this. One-shot.

In a life where all the wrong decisions are considered the right ones, there's no true escape.

The love she lost tore her apart. To put the pieces back together would change her forever. Based on if the GW/HP didnt work out.

She reflects on what she's learned, and what she should have done. My thoughts/inspiration was a sort of friendship SSHG, but really, let your imagination guide you however it might

Nothing before has been able to complete her like he did. One-shot. NTRL

The conversations that can transpire when baking a cake ... RL/NT. Please R&R!

STAYING AWAY FROM LUPIN: PLAN A Do not talk to him. Do not look at him. Do not smile at him. Stop thinking about him. Do all of the above continually. IF PLAN A SHALL FAIL: PLAN B Leg it. UPDATE: CH 14, Tonks and Lupin .. chat.

Dialogue. You've killed us, Lucius, and you don't even see it! Do you think I have any choice? Oneshot.

She stood by his grave, like she did every day. It'll be OK, he told her. She wished she could believe him. Fluff, along with understandable minor angst.

He always saw me as a child, despite the obvious fact that I had grown up. Love was pointless if I was invisible in all the wrong ways. He saw right through me.

A parody of the Final Battle. Need I say more?

Oneshot epilogue to Everlasting Darkness of the Broken Heart. Babies, marriage and love. All is finally resolved.

[Oneshot] He dreamed of her every full moon. Her voice, her smell and her colors. He knew her without ever seeing her face. But he had never thought he would meet her.

She had given up on trying to move on. He had hurt her in the worst way possible, and she didn't care anymore. Her life was shadowed by pain. She was broken, and she accepted it. But fate just couldn't leave it at that. UPDATED AND COMPLETED!

Perhaps his intentions had never been completely pure. Oneshot, darkishfic.

He hated life. He hated himself. Now, awaiting death, he deals with possibly the only good thing that ever happened to him. Warning: explicit language.