Harry heads off for his 6th year at Hogwarts, knowing that he is in for a bumpy year. How could he not be, with the prophesy hanging over his head like a cloud, wispers and nightmares, strange new students and a stranger book, and the ever present threat

He's dead. There's no way he survived. In her head, Hermione knows it, but she can't help that feeling in her heart that makes her question the facts... HrD song-fic, one-shot

She seems normal, fitting in well with the other 5th yrs. But something about the new girl has Hermione on egde, suspecting darker things-perhaps involving the Dark Lord himself. Rollercoaster of plot twists & turns! ***Important Author's Note Added***

This is about one day in Voldermort[*cough cough, moldie voldie*]'s sad little life. I felt like being evil.. who would have known that little flowers and a pink dress robe could cause a mental breakdown though..;) not as weird as it sounds, I think. r/r!