Draco, suave and cunning business man, is head over heals for Harry Potter, London's favorite model. When Harry gets kidnapped, and with Draco's reputation on the line, how can things get resolved? Well... Draco must become a superhero. (Warning... this is a parody. It was super fun to write, ngl)

Remus has a genetic disorder called EDS, and when he finds himself on the kitchen floor, unable to move, he finds that he almost loses control over his emotions completely. Muggle!au... read A/N before the fic?

Rabastan has been captured, and things aren't looking too good for him... that is... until someone from his past shows up.

Lily Luna felt her stomach drop as her husband showed her the tiny slip of paper with a large black dot on it. Teddy Lupin, a usually carefree, happy, and boisterous individual, had become quiet and withdrawn. He looked as frightened as Lily Luna felt. Everyone else in the village was safe, but Teddy was to be sacrificed to the gods. He drew the black circle. He was going to die.

Narcissa won't play by the Dark Lord's rules, and Lucius won't have it. Now she's torn between her morals, her child, and the temptation of what once was a comfortable life. (Dark. Very dark. Read the warning before reading the fic)

Draco finally has it all. After years of living a life that he hated, he finally got the happiness he deserved: a beautiful home, a gorgeous wife, a spitfire daughter... That's it. He's happy. and his beautiful life just keeps growing (This is basically just fluff. If you don't want to see Draco happy? Don't read. If you do... then get ready for some cuteness!)

"I still don't understand why you have those flowers in your bouquet," Remus Lupin sighed softly, setting his hands on Lily's shoulders. She didn't look up. The bouquet, resting partially in both Lily's lap and her hands, was beautiful, comprised of white roses, soft pink petunias, and baby's breath. Lily just wished her sister could be there for her wedding. Flowers aren't enough.

Draco Malfoy is, as all Malfoys are, in complete control of his public persona. However, when he thinks that he is alone, he lets himself slip, and his true colors show. The only problem is (if it even is a problem at all)...maybe he isn't as alone as he thought. (Timeline starts in Draco's second year, and it fits into the canon)

Lavender preferred things to be small, dark, and devoid of everything except her. However, Parvati stood in the doorway, determined to let in a small sliver of light, even if all she can offer is a hug. (Set after the war in the 'Eighth Year'... Rated M for language)

She was nervous—her hands shook as she reached for the window latch. This would be the first time she would go out alone since the incident three years ago. But, when the latch was unfastened and the window was properly opened, Ariana could hear the teary cries for help, and she was no longer scared. How could she be when someone needed her help so desperately? Ariana vs. Dementor

The dragon fascinated Newt Scamander simply because it didn't belong there. Sure, it wasn't uncommon for dragons to migrate, but Newt didn't expect to see a Swedish Short-Snout perched on the edge of a cliff, some ways below Newt, in the mountain range of… Come to think of it, Newt didn't know where he was. All he knew was that he wasn't going back to where he came from.

No one was sure of what to do with the children of the Death Eaters, when the war was over. Most of them got adopted into families that promised to look after them. Andromeda and Ted Tonks took on the Greengrass sisters, Professor McGonagall opened her home up to Theodore Nott, and many others were invited into other families... The ones who were left over were sent to the Home.

Regulus was there to right a wrong. He was there to be a hero, and he had a feeling he was going to die. But none of that mattered. All Regulus cared about was switching the lockets and having the original destroyed; he needed to ensure that the Dark Lord was a mortal man when he inevitably faced his final opponent.

Something catastrophic has happened in Rita Skeeter's life, and if news articles were written about the incident, these would be the titles: Bellatrix Black: Clever or Insane? - Danger in the Pit of Snakes - Rita Skeeter: The Girl Who Lives in Fear

Mr. Malfoy's letter was signed off with the words: "Your mother and I can't wait for you to meet the newest member of our family." Naturally, that mean Draco had gotten the cat he had been asking for, right?

What happens when you leave a powerful Muggleborn home alone with a babysitter and a scary book? A mess that will eventually alert the Ministry of Magic...

She needed something that would cement herself in history. She needed a mirror that could give anyone their hearts desire. A mirror that would hand dreams on silver platters. A mirror that would put her name in books, that would cause witches and wizards alike to come to her, and only her, to fulfill their desire. She would be important. She would be revered. She would be powerful.

Theodore Nott would never forget the first time he saw her, with her wide, innocent brown eyes and untamable hair. She had on a bossy and confident mask, and that intrigued him the most. If there was one thing that Theodore Nott was good at, it was looking past the front each person put up and seeing what lay beneath it. Her nails were painted red.

The moonlight reflected across his white-blond hair, creating a glow around him. He looked like a fallen angel, shrouded in black but illuminated by his halo. She knew she should have turned away, gone to bed, avoided the entire situation like the dragon pox, but she couldn't. It appeared that the war affected everyone. Drinny one-shot.

Everyone has their ways of coping. It's almost a necessary part of war. We rise, we fight, we win, we lose, we mourn, and we cope. Everyone has their ways of coping, and no… it's rarely healthy. A collection of short (under 1,000 words) stories showing how some characters cope with the overall tragedy of war. Warning: Some/most behaviors are destructive.