The presence of a foreign soul may have unexpected side effects on a growing child. I am Lord Volde...Harry Potter. I'm Harry Potter. In which Harry is insane, Hermione is a Dark Lady-in-training, Ginny is a minion, and Ron is confused.

They say that identical twins can feel when the other is injured. George Weasley wished that were true.

All names come from somewhere.

"We all know Potter's had his eye on Evans for years. He's like a boy pulling his crush's pigtails, always playing pranks to get her attention. Besides, all that fighting and arguing must come from somewhere." "I could say the same thing about Potter and Snape," Slughorn pointed out. "That's hardly the same thing, Horace," McGonagall said. "Would you bet on that?"

In which Bellatrix Black and Molly Prewett were sorted into Hufflepuff, and the world changed ever-so-slightly.

You follow in your father's footsteps, but you aren't your father, never have been, and it doesn't take long to realize that this isn't the life you want. It's too late by then, of course.

After the summer, Hermione meets Luna in the library, who insists that the brunette has been befuddled by a magical creature, the Triskin. The cure is simple enough, but leaves Hermione a bit flustered.

The trouble with large families is that nothing you do is ever truly unique. To fill the time during prefect rounds, post-war Ginny and Draco begrudgingly hold a civil conversation which quickly turns competitive...