It was the Battle at Hogwarts, and Tonks would fight until her last moment.

It's wedding planning.

"You belong with me Ginevra," Riddle whispered. "From the moment you touched my diary, you were mine. You always have been." - He was her boggart. She should have known.

Cygnus wanted a boy. He ended up with a disappointment.

Twenty six one shots based off of words that don't translate well into English. Various characters, plots, pairings, ect.

The eighth years were doing the Patronus charm. This wouldn't be such a bad thing if he didn't believe so strongly in the idea that dark wizards just couldn't produce them.

Percy died in the battle of Hogwarts and Fred can't shake the feeling that it's his fault. He should have been the one to die, not his brother.

Draco comes home after informing his father of his relationship. He knew the man wouldn't approve of his son's life choices, but Draco didn't expect it to go as bad as it did. Hopefully Harry will know what to do to make this right again.

It was an arranged marriage. But that didn't mean Astoria loved Draco any less. She just wasn't sure if she loved him in that way. Not yet at least.

All Narcissa has ever done, is protect her family.

A week in America with Draco's cousins takes a wrong turn once the fourth of July celebration starts. It was all too loud. Too bright. Too familiar.

Various moments between Draco and Hermione. Written for the 100 Little Things, and various other challenges. Current: Ch.4: Kiss Her Stomach - She turned her gaze onto him. "That tickles."

Looking down at the quiet, sleeping form of Harry Potter, she doubted Number 4 Privet Drive was the best place for him to grow up. - Maybe she had been right. And even scarier, maybe she had put her faith in the wrong person. After all, he was just a child. A child who needed their help. Why did no one else see that?

He'd been at this for hours now, weeks really, and still no solid Patronus had managed to make its way from his wand. He shouldn't have expected any different. The book said that dark wizards weren't able to produce such a charm. You can't get any darker than being a Malfoy.

He was bleeding all over the floor.

Snape decided to go on a trip through the portraits. After all, the monks on fifth had the best booze. And they were semi willing to share. It was supposed to be an easy trip. If only it had been. He wasn't sure which encounter that night was the worst. The blundering knight that stabbed him. Or the brainless brat he caught making out with his godson.

Hufflepuff was a stoner house. But they kept me it to the upper years.

Rita Skeeter was looking for her big break. Her chance to really become a reporter. A real reporter, not some Witch Weekly journalist. Gilderoy Lockhart was not going to provide her that. Or was he?

The school didn't take well to the arrival of Scorpius Malfoy. But maybe he can find a moment of relief when he runs from the taunts and hexs.

At first they didn't really get along. But with a little persistent and trust, Luna would make her a friend. And maybe more.