Luna Lovegood has been searching for her True Love all her life. Assuming that Fairy Tales are life translated, she takes on an odd tradition which finally comes to a royal halt one moonlit Thursday night.

Ten years after Voldemort's defeat, a woman kneels in the cemetary, her red hair fading against the soft backdrop of autumn leaves. (One-shot)

Remus is cute, Sirius is studly, James is hot, and Peter is... swept under the rug so the other Maruders can go about their romantic business. WHAT? What about Wormtail? My take on how it really was. Wickedly AU.

She loved the rain, and she loved the moon, but together they were her Utopia. Sometimes she sang to the rain, sweet words I'd never heard, and it made me want to do something unheard of. I just don't know what.

The Olfactrius charm is, in a word, useful." Two in the morning in the Slytherin common room finds a sobbing and drunk Pansy, a fire-truck-pajama-clad Malfoy, a hungry Milliecent Bulstrode, and a nowhere-near-finished Charm assignment. One-shot.

Daphne Greengrass was just jut your average, everyday nobody. The heroes and villains had their place; she didn't. She merely watched. Set in year six.