Her hand pressed against his for a brief moment. And as soon as it was there, it was gone. George Weasley finally meets someone like himself in the corridors of St. Mungo's. [postDH]

A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step." Traveling the world a year after his brother's death, George Weasley learns of inner strength, beauty, and the very fabric of humanity.

“NO!” shrieked Hermione, and with a deafening blast from her wand, Fenrir Greyback was thrown backward from the feebly stirring body of Lavender Brown. [DH, page 646] The trials of one Lavender Brown, werewolf, from the Final Battle and onwards.

A Muggle tape recorder captures the stream-of-consciousness of Eloise Midgen, a perfectly average witch. postwar, multiple chapters

Hugo Weasley has many favourites. A series of vignettes, multiple chapters.

The strange circumstances of the Elphias Doge homicide prompts the Ministry to contact Draco Malfoy, Junior Assistant to the Assistant Secretary of Accounting, for help. Their suspect? Lucius Malfoy. /postwar, multiple chapters/

That summer, there seemed to be many secrets in the Weasley household. /postwar, george weasley, suspense/

Brief moments in a blossoming, unlikely romance. [postwar, charliepadma]

“And I know I will meet her again. After all, life is long, far too long.” James Potter spoke simply to the rapt audience, his words carrying faint trace of an optimism that was slowly and surely diminishing. AU, multichaptered

It was as if an artist had mixed his paints continuously, and let his brush glide across the canvas in abstract patterns. Colours flowed, images shifted, and the overall picture would not focus. Their charade was slowly crumbling to reality. [R x P]

“If all events left their impression on wood, then I would be tattooed from core to bough.” An aged observer shares her recollections of a gentle romance that began under her very boughs. [RL x LL]

“At the end of the game, the king and the pawn go back in the same box.” The king had been brutally destroyed and it was time to find an extraordinary replacement to rebuild the fractured troops. And everyone knew this task was harder than it seemed.

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down. Such morbid words from an innocuous rhyme seemed quite adequate in his situation. After all, wasn't everyone dying? Remus centered

A rough hand delicately traced a silver frame, caressing the material with a subdued fondness. Lupin remembers... and tries to forget.