Neville Longbottom could be said to be an average wizard at best. He was no Hermione Granger or Harry Potter, or even, Ron Weasley. Many people wondered why he had been put in Gryffindor, for they didn't believe him to have the defining quality, bravery. This is the story of Neville, a true Gryffindor. Written for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition, round 2.

I huddle on the bench in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch as the storm rages around me, reflecting my inner sorrow perfectly, crying unrepentantly, until he comes with his bright red hair, warmth and hope. This is the story of hope, love, and loss, told from the point of view of someone unexpected. Written for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition, Round 3.

I sit on the toilet of the cheap, dingy pub that I dashed into when I started feeling the pains. I convulse as another wave of agony rips through my abdomen. A story of loss, told from the point of view of Molly Weasley. Written for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition round 5.

The thick, nauseating odor of rotting flesh is what prompts me to open my eyes and when I do, I wish that I hadn't. My brother, Sirius's, misshapen body hangs upside down just above the centerpiece of the table. He looks like a wax figure that an artist has painted. A masterpiece. He looks like a fallen angel, his hope, innocence, light, all gone, stolen.

Tom hated them immediately, the two cheeky little brats, especially the red-headed girl with the emerald eyes. Written for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition Round 10.

Observo en silencio cómo todo y todos a quienes amo son destruidos. Veo con horror cómo desprenden mis dedos de su frío cadáver, sus ojos medio abiertos, de un color esmeralda ya sin vida. Observo con calma cómo me llevan hacia el trono, hacia él, el monstruo de todos los cuentos de hadas. No tengo nada por lo cuál vivir, excepto por el pequeño niño aferrándose a mi pierna.

I watch in silence as everything and everyone that I love is destroyed. I watch in detached horror as they pry my fingers off his cold, dead corpse, his eyes wide open, the emerald green now lifeless. I watch calmly as they march me towards him, the monster of every fairytale. I have nothing to live for, except for the little boy clinging to my leg, trusting me. AU

I always imagine my cancer to be a living breathing thing. A monster with yellowed, crooked teeth, beady red eyes and claws that end in uneven talons. I dream about it at night sometimes. Cancer slinks into my hospital room when I'm sleeping, pausing to look at my emaciated form with gleeful, greedy eyes before it slips into my skin once again. The thoughts of a broken woman...

AU. In a world where Tom Riddle never became Lord Voldemort, thrives a secret society that feeds on the fears and paranoia of the magical population for its gain. The name of this secret society is Assassin, a simple and straightforward name, symbolic of the line of work that it performs. Enter Hermione Granger, its most skilled member.

Once Upon a time, in the land where magic was born, lived the most noble and wise of all the creatures that roamed the wanton wilderness... A tale of the universal secret that binds us all. Written for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition, Finals Round 1.

Rose has always been the overlooked child, the one that her parents ignored in favor of her brother, Hugo, all because she was different from them. She never knew how different until she learns that her parents have been lying to her, her whole life. Rose descends into a world of deceit, lies and betrayal as she uncovers the truth, helped along by strange nightmares.

"You-you slimy Slytherin! I hate all of you bloody wankers! I wish that you would just go and off yourself!" I shout at him angrily. "Now, I'm sure that you don't mean that Minerva." An icy cool voice plunges into my pit of despair and self-pity and wrenches my thoughts back to reality. I watch with bated breath as Tom Riddle stalks closer to my bed...

With a flip of a coin, their fate is set. Written for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition round 10.

A sirius conversation between Sirius Black and James Potter regarding their daily lives. Who are we kidding, when are James and Sirius ever sirius? A humorous conversation between Sirius Black and James Potter, regarding failed marriage proposals and disappearing children. Written for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition round 9.

I wish that he was the monster, the boogeyman that mothers whispered to their children about in secret, the psychopath. But he's not the psychopath, I am. Rose Weasley, the daughter of famed heroes, Hermione Weasley and Ron Weasley, is a psychopath. A strange and curious tale surrounding the outlook of a psychopath on the matter of one blond man. Dedicated to myhorserockyrocks.

Once upon a time, in a land a hop and skip away from "Happy Endings", there lived a kind, homely, warm queen by the name of Molly Weasley. King Arthur and Queen Molly desired a daughter with snow, white skin, and blood-red hair. Retelling of Snow White. Written for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition Round 6.