Harry's lost his trust in Dumbledore, been kicked out of home, and moved in with a group of dead people. And to think that this is nothing compared to what the future has in store for him...eventual slash, insanity and ghosts.

Remus orders Sirius to tell Harry a bedtime story. Harry, however, is fifteen and would really rather just go to sleep. Oh, and Sirius's story sucks.

Harry is attempting to summon a spirit. He gets something else entirely. Luna is vaguely impressed.

Another sort-of prequel to Inquisition, in which Harry knocks on Luna’s door and they discuss an oddly endearing Velma.

Hermione and the others aren’t sure why, but the leadup to Christmas in Gryffindor Tower seems to be fraught with nothing but chaos, mistakes, and of course, Harry trying to be helpful.

Hermione is not surprised that Harry is spending their sixth year befriending Slytherins, releasing dangerous beasts in the dungeons, inciting House Elf rebellions, and generally causing trouble. This is Harry, after all. Sequel to Dear Order.

In which Remus is not going to steal James's wife. A few conversations between the Marauders and Lily over the years. Sort of prequel to Unmitigated Chaos.

"I'm still alive, as you may surmise from this note. Of course, I could be dead and someone is faking the letter to fool you…" Harry is NOT happy about being left at Privet Drive all summer with no one to talk to.

The Gryffindor Common Room has a palm tree, a small forest of pine trees, more tinsel than can possibly be safe, and the constant sound of drums. Obviously, Harry is personalizing the Twelve Days of Christmas. Backwards.

James knew why Remus went home once a month. Of course he knew. How could he not? They shared the same dorm room, after all, and James was apparently far more observant than Sirius or Peter.

Hermione is waylaid by a frantic Draco Malfoy demanding to know where Harry is. Or so it would seem...

Harry just wanted chocolate cake. Of course, he did not factor Luna Lovegood into his afternoon...

Try again. And again. And again. And yes, yet again. But of course, as they say, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. So that’s exactly what Harry Potter did. Lots of betting and a little slash.

Cornelius Fudge doesn’t know it yet, but he’s about to have a very bad day.' Little bit of slash, contemplation of hats, and mentions of Albus Dumbledore's laced sherbet lemons.

When Harry says 'oops', things tend to explode. But not this time. No, this time...well. Something else happened.

On a not so normal Wednesday afternoon, the Death Eaters are having a meeting. Draco’s wife brings refreshments and revelations. Draco really didn’t need to know that about Voldemort and Harry Potter. Traces of het and slash.

In a three to one vote, the Founders of Hogwarts had decided that Godric needed a new nickname. But why? Blatantly implied GodricxSalazar, implied RowenaxHelga

“The general consensus in the Wizarding World was that Albus Dumbledore was completely off his rocker and that anyone he managed to conscript was pretty much doomed to humiliation in front of a large crowd…”

Ron asks where Harry was last night. Harry doesn't want to answer. Ron accepts this. Harry freaks out a little. :D Oneshot.

Harry’s sanity, or lack thereof, is again discussed in much detail, along with his allegiances, the Houses, Dumbledore, glitter and the Daily Prophet. The day is just getting worse. Sequel to Harry’s Sanity, with about the same amount of plot.