Short songfic based upon McFly's 'The Heart Never Lies': Snippets of Lily and James Potter's married life from James' perspective. Hopefully it's better than the summary!

A Percy/Audrey story for Kyota-Chan's Aboard the Loveboat Challenge. It tells the story of their relationship right from start.

The night belongs to lovers but what will daybreak bring?

It is New Year's Eve and he is not there. It is New Year's Eve and she will once again be without a partner to kiss at the twelfth chime of Big Ben. It is New Year's Eve, and she is alone.

Albus Potter consults his sister about the finer details of a relationship.

Three people, seven moments, one love : Victoire/Teddy/Molly II

It has been over two and a half years since James Potter last saw his parents and for a very good reason. They might be family, but they certainly are not fools, and James must realise he's not Peter Pan, before he loses more than just his morality.

Amy knew what dead was. This was not it.

There was something about him that made her think that yesterday might not even have happened.

She is cream tea on spring Sundays, rainbow sprinkles on vanilla ice cream, the icing on the cake.

There's nothing to be scared of if you know someone will be there to catch you. Molly II/Lysander

Hugo, Scorpius, Rose and one question: "What were you doing in my little brother's bedroom?"

I want an end. I want him back. I want my happy ever after.

Lucy sets her dreams upon the nightstand for another day, because what is love if not a dream, and what is a dream if not a hope, and what is hope if not the future?

She loved him because he had noticed. Dominique/Scorpius

He loves her. He swore. He promised. So why is she only a guest at his wedding? Molly doesn't understand. Teddy/Molly II

They’d had their night, their moment, and now it was the end.

Who knew that it would be little Molly Weasley the second that would entrance Seb Becker, king of all things apathetic? Well, you know what they say: The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference...

We watch the stars shine, and they watch us dance

It is just a blank canvas waiting to be loved. Untouched. Imperfect.