It wasn't just-the-Azkaban, it was his parents too and the blasting burning off the walls and James dying and Lily dying and Peter dying and Peter not dying anymore, just reeking of shame and you-killed-my-best-friend, and his cousin's face flooded with ember delight, Kedavra-happy, and mostly James dying, probably, but what the hell did Remus know, he wasn't him. / Sirius dies.

and oh Lily, Lily, why did she have to walk?

She had a lot of things once, and now she doesn't, and she has different things instead, like in-laws and floors that don't creak. That tapestry at Walburga's is horrid, though, isn't it?

She remembers every Tuesday she shrank herself trying to fit in his lap while he studied in the library and their pinkies linked and she prayed she could tread on all their eggshells without cracking them, hack away her angles until she fit him, somehow.

Draco returns home during his sixth year to face his demons, again. For Inkfire and The Reviews Lounge, Too Reviewathon.

Bellatrix duels Hermione in the Final Battle. For Lvl2DragonTamer.

And then there were three.

Isn't that what Blacks are good for? Exploiting others to save their own skins?

Lily knows she's going to die soon.

It's not so much that they hate as that they've never had the chance to love. The Black brotherhood through Andromeda's eyes.

Dorcas and Peter and knowing too much and running out of time. Dorcas Meadowes's final words.

She's working part-time at Madame Malkin's when Draco meets her, and he decides she's worth the trouble of small talk when she doesn't flinch at the Dark Mark on his forearm. Draco and Astoria. Written for khasael at LiveJournal's Hogwarts Is Home.

Sirius Black has always made Remus somewhat uncomfortable. Implied Remus/Sirius.

They'd ponder peace and war and wizardry and look at each other like they mattered, like they were so far apart from their sad little lives that maybe, maybe, they could make a difference. Peter Pettigrew. Rated for slight language.

Andromeda's had a lot of practice at making them believe she belongs. xx For Maddie and Misty.

What is it about you purebloods and you-you-your darn purity? You gave me rubbish about Sev for five years, and then you turn around and say that Meadowes, that-that Dora is your new best mate because of-of what, her name? Her father's money? JamesDorcas

Which way will you fall? xx Peter is Sorted.

Her only ammunition is a breakable fantasy. xx For Wendy Brune.

This is George minus Fred plus paranoia, always looking over his shoulder with a wisecrack at hand-

What if it were all just a cosmic joke, a game between two pawns? Who was he without a bane of his existence? xx Sirius versus Gideon, and maybe nothing more. Various ships.