A short ficlet about Mr. Weasley and the Muggle artifacts that haunt his dreams.

Regina is the new captain of the Hufflepuff team. She can't fathom how she will run these tryouts until she find a journal left by an Hufflepuff. The only discerning fact about the author are the initials C.D. What will this journal do for her?

A match. A win. The spoils. Hermione reveals a secret desire.

It all started as a game... but that game ended the instant she started skipping meals. And even then, only her enemy could reach her.

After Hermione's tiff with Ron at the Yule Ball, she could not be found. What happened in that time? Who did she meet up with? Did she find her prince in those fortyfive minutes away from the ball?

The two meet only to argue. He wants to end it, but she won't allow it. Will this particular arguement end or will it be continued next week?

It was too much for him...existing. Existing without Him. Halloween always provided the perfect oppurtunities to consider the darkeness eating him alive.

It is a dark time in the Wizarding World. Voldemort has won. What will become of Hermione, living beneath a new master?

The Quaint Confession of an Overzealous Older Brother. Percival Ignatius Weasley did something remarkable...unthinkable...undoable. So what does he do? He brags about it. But will his bragging cause ruin to his only sister's life?

It is tearing him apart...the loneliness and the desire to kill.

One wonderful night, and Draco's world is turned upside down. First he blames it on a hangover, though he feels as though he is the only sane one at all of Hogwarts. When the chaos does not cease, he begins to think that this very well may be the truth.

It is hard being alone when everyone else is together,' Hagrid thinks one night, over a cup of tea. Letters from an admirer lift his spirits, but after meeting, he understands why this admirer penned, 'It may kill us both to be anything but apart.'

The sky cries for the world and washes away the sins of mankind. If only it could wash away the sins committed against me. If only it could wash away my mind and make me deaf, dumb, and blind to everything.