Ficlet. DP.'It wasn’t the Death Eater part that made her uneasy. It was that he, the boy who still seemed like a child, the boy she loved so much, was gone.'

Ficlet. DP. 'He kicked around the blanket of snow with his heavy black boots, revealing the frozen grass underneath.'

Ficlet. DP. 'She had chocolate, he had peppermint. They watched all the people walk by.'

Ficlet. DP. 'She turned around, half expecting the voice only to be in her head.'

Ficlet. DP. 'The boy and girl trudged into the foyer. It was time.'

Ficlet. DP. '16 years is an awfully long time to live in the cold and in the dark.'

Ficlet. DP. 'A friend is nearly impossible to find in the Slytherin house. Everyone knows that. Especially the Slytherins.'

Ficlet. DP. 'His cold blue eyes, which held barely a glint of life in their core, scanned page after page, intent on finding just the right charm.'

Ficlet. DP. 'Do you think the Gr-Gryffindors celebrate their loses' 'What an idiotic question, Parkinson. How would I know what the Gryffindors do'