She's so many things: Friend. Lover. Prefect. Bookworm. Little Miss Perfect. Hermione Granger. But the one thing no one seems to realize is that she's also human. Inside her brilliant, turbulent mind, words, spoken and unspoken, torment her, and she as she helps to save it, she questions her world and herself...

Names. They define who we are. They sum up our entire being in a word or two. Spoken or Unspoken, they carry more weight than any other words. For when someone calls you by your name, can you help but listen? One-two-three-shots, drabbles, poetry, etc.

A series of Marauder one-shots, drabbles, etc. First one; James tries the oldest trick in the book on exam night. Second: Resolutions on New Year's Eve-With a full moon in the sky. (3-parts) Third: The grey is fading, the light is rising-and the dark is closing in. (Remus persp.)

The light that shines through the years, and those that see it. "You make it sound as if we're at war." She lifted her head. "Perhaps we are." Silence, and then "A war needs soldiers." Her eyes never left the distant shore "Then we shall start the muster." A tale of the magic that through the years has been hidden and shrouded in darkness, and those who will set it free.

What exactly happened in the second task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament? Under the waters of Black Lake,dwell the merfolk, grindylows and giant squid. And now, the champions of the Tri-wizard Tournament and their loved ones... "You will be awake and yet asleep, with no memory of the what happens underwater..." "No." "Pardon me, Miss Granger?" "I want to remember..." "Do you?"

Because sometimes, it's better not to remember. And sometimes, it's infinitely worse. Remus never forgot what he was; how could he? But there were times he wanted to. And one night, everyone forgot. And then they all remembered. RemusxMary- Because sometimes, a near disaster can be the best thing that ever happened to you. Canon Compliant-and we all know what that means.

A collection of pieces regarding that elusive, condemning, elevating, separating and yet unifying substance that runs through our veins. 'Your name, your kin, your legacy- and the name of the blood you so proudly proclaim as pure doesn't matter. The life-blood of the heart is red, and in the end there is no difference, after all.' Warning: involves blood.

"Do they know who they keep in their graveyard? The hopes and dreams of the wizarding world... "some poetry with some (hopefully) insightful, rhythmic, train-of thought prose. Should I continue?