Harry smiled. "Isn't it? But I was thinking… you're the son of a Marauder — just like me. And I think you need a Marauder-worthy nickname too." Cariad Lane series part 4.

Hermione gets thrown back in time and changes things. Including herself. Just a little bit. [edited for content rating. explicit version on ao3] MCD warning.

"Mia," Teddy said very seriously. "Today's your birthday." "It is," Hermione agreed. Eyes wide, he asked, "How old are you?" She bit back a smile at his expression. "I'm twenty-five this year." His jaw dropped. "Woah," Teddy breathed. "That's so old." Cariad Lane series part 3.

But in that moment, they were nothing more than two people in love. Not soldiers in a war; not werewolf and metamorphmagus. Just a man and a woman who'd found each other in the most unfavourable of circumstances. Cariad Lane series part 2.

The Patronus came at lunch. In the middle of St. Mungo's cafeteria, as she poured over the file containing her patient's latest test results and inhaled a sandwich, the giant silver stag manifested in a swirl of the purest magic. A voice she was unbearably familiar with spoke a singular word. "Houdini." [edited for content rating. explicit version on ao3]

Hermione always thought "in vino veritas" was just a silly cliché. Alcohol didn't hold the power to compel truths from the drinker, regardless of what people said. Until it did.

Sequel to Strawberry Blond. Canon Divergence - Battle of Hogwarts, HEA, Lavender Brown Lives.

His solution is a lie. No one here deserves to die — except for me and the monster I created. Explicit, no HEA, inspired by Heathers: the Musical.

"I...You— Granger—" his breath left him in a rush, her words leaving him lightheaded and dizzy and he struggled to form coherent thoughts. "How long?" he rasped, "How long has it been for you?"

"Will you come to London with me?" "To London and to the end of the world."

"I see from your expression you were unaware I knew your little spell. Oh, Antonyin," her voice caressed his name, "You always underestimated me."

I picture it soft, and I ache. Look at you, strawberry blond. / Strawberry Blond by Mitski

Theo Nott lost people.