Harry wakes up in a bed that wasn't his, to the smell of breakfast cooking.
Severus Snape's last moments were spent looking into a pair of green eyes and wondering where it all went wrong.
It was a normal morning whenever Scorpius asked his father a question concerning blood purity. Draco just hopes he can explain all this right.
Draco makes a stop into the Room Where All Things Are Hidden. His mission, fix the vanishing cabinet.
The forecast hadn't called for rain.
Percy sat by his girlfriend's bedside, rubbing her hand and praying for her to wake up.
It was another Death Eater meeting, one of many Draco was forced to attend. But this one would give him something new to think on.
After a long days work, Dean just wants to crawl into bed and hug his boyfriend close.
Oliver comes home to find Katie in the middle of baking. He can't help but have a little fun with her.
Ignatia had plans for her life. They just weren't the plans her mother wished for her.
Draco was getting married. He was nervous. He was in a daze. But he was so ready to call her his wife.
After a long day, Scorpius retires to the Prefects Bathroom for a nice bath. He gets company.
It was the boat ride for the first years, and Hogwarts sure was a beautiful view.
The Mending Charm proves to cause Lily some trouble in learning. Thankfully, Severus has nothing better to do than help his best friend master the spell.
If there was one thing Bellatrix loved, it was causing trouble and creating destruction.
During fifth year, Hermione realized she may love Harry in a way she never thought she would.
Draco was restless. Outside the snow fell, and all he wanted to do was run out and play in it.
Watching his son play in the snow, Draco comes to a conclusion. (Written for Scavenger Hunt Challenge [fic under 100 words])
After that first Quidditch game second year, Harry is on a winners high. Not everyone is so happy about Gryffindor's newest win, especially one Lucius Malfoy who can't stand the sight of his son losing.
Snape had been aiming for the Death Eater, yet in the heat of battle his spell missed its mark. Musical chairs, round four