Harry Potter had a good life, until his second Halloween when his brother, Albus Severus was proclaimed the boy who lived, and he was pushed to the shadows. Now, Harry has to put up with the bratty BWL and his vie for his parents' affection.

And in a blur of red, blue, and silver, she's gone from that damned Great Hall, where everyone watches her eat and whispers about how she must be anorexic, or maybe bulimic to be so skinny and still eat that much, and how she's so lucky to have a handsome bloke like Scorpius hopelessly in love with her, and that for a Ravenclaw, she's pretty damn stupid. rated T for minor language

Close you're eyes and count to ten, and maybe it'll all be a nightmare. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. She peeked through her eyelids. No such luck. She really had screwed up her forever. It was really over.