A poem of our beloved Sirius Black dealing with the death of Lily and James. And every other fault he's had to dealt with on his own. Inspired by Gary Allan's 'It ain't the whiskey' and deviantartist Viria's photo 'This house is not a home'.

Shy reserved Tara Banks has stolen the heart of Marauder Remus Lupin during the Hogwarts Masquerade Ball, only Remus doesn't know what her name is or who she is. He is afraid she'll find out his secret and think him a Beast, and Tara is afraid she won't be the beauty he met at the ball. I own nothing.

James was the one who always held Lily, and there were times when she had James clinging to her crying. Times when she would rock her husband like a babe in the night singing him to sleep. He crawls back into he open arms. Coldplay and John Denver songs referred to. I own nothing.

Poem about Doomsday in the eyes of the Doctor. Sappy romantic poetry of the heartbroken Ten. I don't own Doctor Who nor any characters (clearly).

The social outcast, Francesca Hood, falls to pieces in front of the snobby head-boy Percy Weasley. A short story of one girl's suffering and another person's awkward comforting. All rights to J. K. Rowling.