Hermione and Ron marry on a day when the sun sinks into the mountains, and they part much the same (except not at all).

Snape is cold and tired and his fingers won't stop shaking. All he needs is something to help him sleep.

Parvati is burned by a potion accident, and Blaise will displace time for her — the girl he watches when no-one (except Malfoy, the snot) is watching. (One-shot.)

Lily's afraid, and Pet is there to comfort her. And then later she's there — again — to condemn her. Funny, isn't it? Except it's not. It's nowhere near funny, for all that she can't stop laughing hysterically. Lily always did smile when she wanted to cry.

Petunia always was bitter and jealous. Vernon? He never used to be. And now he's roaring about 'that freak.' Strange, isn't it?

So this is how Regulus loses his brother. Before breakfast on a Saturday.

Lily Luna is a Hufflepuff. She isn't good at spells. She isn't brave. She doesn't know ambition. She's named after two great women, and she's a Potter. (She's doomed before she even really starts.) But there's one thing she has — it's a magic beyond all other magic.

Betrayal like Pettigrew's doesn't just happen. You have to learn it from somewhere.

It's a good Sunday, Petunia rather thinks. That is, until an old work friend mistakes Harry for Dudley.

He keeps staring at people, as if somehow that'll make a difference. Maybe if he just looks long enough something will change. And of course Sirius notices. He always was sharp. (Ace!Remus.) (One-shot.)

He may be a Headmaster, but he is the Leader of the Light. And that means he needs to make the difficult decisions. He doesn't have the privilege of guilt or horror or disgust. So let Minerva feel it for him. Let her hate him. And all the while, he'll miss Gellert. Gellert — who taught him about the world. Gellert — who taught him of leaders, and of followers.

Other children laugh and screech in delight. Other children get hugs and little candies and soft, affectionate looks. He doesn't. He's not 'other children'. At least he has Lily. Until he doesn't.

Snape is cold and tired and his fingers won't stop shaking. All he needs is something to help him sleep.

There is a part of him that is missing, and it's not just his ear.

These feelings always happen, beneath the surface like a maggot digging deeper and deeper into a corpse. And so what if she does stupid things, sometimes? She's the brightest witch of her age. She's allowed a little 'stupidity'. (Drabble. One-shot. TW for SH.)

Severus hated Harry Potter. It was a simple fact. But while struggling through yet another Occlumency lesson with the Golden Boy brat, he encounters some rather disturbing information pertaining to the teen's decidedly not-so-spoilt upbringing. And he can't help but think that Harry isn't quite as terrible as he'd first thought. (Not a romance. One-shot.)

Eight year old Harry has no-one. Certainly not parents. It doesn't help when his teacher, Mr Hendrickson, thinks he's being deliberately uncooperative. And promptly hauls him off to the principal's office, the charge "insubordination." Harry just wants to be left alone; for once. Warning: Mentions of child abuse. (One-shot.)

There had been two stages in his life: "Just Harry", criminal nephew to the Dursleys, and "Harry Potter", the Boy-Who-Lived; in each, a colour respectfully marked his image: that is, emerald green and a champion's gold. He'd never had much choice in the matter, but now? He'd show them all. He'd be scarlet red.