There really wasn't much for Peeves to do. He was a ghost after all, there wasn't much opportunity to expand his list of recreational activities. Especially not with that bloody pink woman cracking down on him.

This was a dangerous game he had found himself involved in. A game he never wanted to play in the first place. Standing in that bathroom, Potter on the opposite side of his wand, Draco couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't play the game. Couldn't be the murderer they all were trying to shape him to be. He couldn't add another thing to his already overbearing guilt. 6th year UA.

'Your identity is your most valuable possession. Protect it.' -The Incredibles. When Draco is preparing to head out for a Death Eater raid, Narcissa makes sure he is prepared for the horror, and that he comes home safe.

The Sorting Ceremony was the first step in each students Hogwarts experience. For the sixteen of the New Generation, that sorting proves to enlighten them on who they are, and what they can become. Written for Next Generation Sorting Hat Challenge.

A thunderstorm wrecked havoc outside the Manor, sending young Draco scampering into his parents room for comfort.

There were a great many places the Doctor took Amy and Rory, some of which lay in the deepest of space, others on the very planet the couple lived on. But with all the wonders they saw, they were not prepared for the discovery that lay behind a crumbling brick wall in the very heart of London.

"Would you like to meet your son?" The birth of Draco and Hermione's first born child.

Contrary to popular belief, the Marauders did not always love one another. No, the happy family wasn't born from instant friendship, but from the hatred of two stubborn eleven year olds. Five short chapters detailing the beginning of the Marauders quest for trouble.

It was a shame the way Myrtle would meet her end. What was even worst, was that no one would admit as to why she was there, crying in the bathroom in the first place, and no one would believe the story she told.

It was one night. Sneak out of the castle, enjoy a drink or two at the Hog's Head. Simple enough. Remus should have known that the night of simple fun, would not have gone as planned. He just didn't expect the sheer stupidity of Sirius and James to grow after a few drinks.

Andromeda knew she would have to inform her sisters of her coming marriage. She knew they would not take it very well, but she atleast expected them to listen to what she had to say.

The three of them met on that first train ride, and from there it was a friendship like no other. Tested through the years, the Slytherin trio stayed strong, finding friendship and love in the last places any of them expected.

Remus didn't want to go to the school party, especially since the only person he wanted to dance with kept dancing with a group of girls.

The answers Tom was searching for lay in an old musty book entitled 'Secrets of the Dark Arts'. In there, he will find what he desires, but can he control his greed for immortality and power, or will the temptation prove to be the start of his downfall?

The deaths continued to rise as more and more bodies were brought into the hall.

Draco needs a break from the Death Eaters in his home, so he decides to wander down to the local Muggle town. Of course, a bit of rain, and an insightful Muggle might just be what Draco needs to sort through the dilemma running through his mind.

Kreacher never did like Master Sirius. It was only fair that he would be excited by the heated conversation between the boy and his mother. Musical Chairs, round three

The question wasn't if Draco had it in him to commit murder, but if he had the strength to defy the orders of a madman, and survive the consequences of his disobedience. It wasn't about dying a hero, or living a villain, but about finding a light in the consuming darkness. Written for Prompt Mania Challenge

The Weasley Clock continued to gain more and more hands over the years, but the one that held Albus's attention was the one that no longer spun with the others. Written for the "Three Prompts Challenge"

Bill took the desk job at Gringotts to be closer to his family and assist the Order. He expected to fight a war, not find love in the beautiful blonde, with the heavy French accent who worked across from him. Written for the Secret Battle Competition.