Every now and again, she picks up the fake galleon from the old DA meetings. She wraps her fingers around it, presses it into her palm, and remembers how it felt to have the metal heat up, the surprise and delight when the numbers changed. Personal canon.

'Of all the people, he always knew in the back of his head it would never be anyone but her.' 'Mentally, she's always looking for the qualities of her and her husband within her children.' 3 personal canon ideas about each. Oneshot.

Once upon a time, there was a happy couple named James and Lily. But although the start came long before the end, nothing really began until halfway through the story, because he was arrogant and she was fiery; for he was James, and she was Lily.

A collection of drabbles - all unrelated - revolving around James and Lily.

If anyone ever bothered to look they wouldn't see an intelligent girl lost in dreams of clouded myths and legends. They wouldn't even see a pretty girl with a gaze obscured by clouds, hopes, wishes. They would see the life and soul of Hogwarts.

She tries so hard. Too hard, even, but what does it matter, in the end? She speaks with a harsh tongue, sings with a soft smile, but no one hears, because no one cares to listen.