Sirius has fallen. Remus dislikes this. Remus tries to pick him up. With bonus gratuitous James, plus accompanying Host Of Dead.

Fidelius? Faithfulness? In that heart-wrenching week before Halloween, Sirius faces betrayal, love, death and midnight splinching... and all his efforts, in the end, are nothing.

In private, she reads the letters over and over again... one day, she might write back. A tale of two sisters, driven apart by different worlds.

Dumbledore, Harry, and the Mirror of Erised; a drabble.

(rated for language) A songfic, starring Sirius and Fin before, during and after Fidelius Week. Endless nights of star-filled bliss and equally endless nights of misery balance each other out; have fun!

James can't dance. Peter can. Lessons ensue... but Sirius has a few ideas of his own about this Graduation thing. (General plotlessness, be warned.)

...and a baby, somewhere, was crying, on that Halloween so long ago when everything wilted away.

I had so many hopes, so many dreams - there were so many things we should have done together, so much time we should have had. You were so young...

The fortress of Azkaban lies on a desolate isle, surrounded by mist - nobody has ever escaped. Maybe, though, nobody's ever had enough motivation? And Cornelius Fudge is inspecting today...

A glimpse into the mind of a very disturbed girl, sitting on the train one hot day and daydreaming...

Azkaban - where darkness hovers closer and soul-sucking shadow fiends reign. Sirius, on a rare clear-minded night, paces his tiny cell and grieves.