I thought about you. About how you always knew things, the little things, right- like the mail and the lessons we were going to be taught each day and what you were getting for Christmas. And I figured it out. I figured you out. Why you are the way you are.

"Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell."- Joan Crawford

The first time he asked, she said no. The second time, she said yes... Or, the story of the rocky relationship between Katie and Marcus

Albus, Scorpius, Lily, Lysander: on casting spells and eternity

Have you ever heard a ghost story? Like, a proper one? And no, I don't mean the ones from the Hogwarts ghosts- honestly, Scorpius- I mean with people. Real people. And disappearances./"I have now. You were my ghost story."

it's a halting stop and there isn't even a bruise.

Despite his disability, we had it all. He took me on a roller coaster ride toward the stars and I brought him to the farthest corners of the world. I taught him how to hear the music that resonates in the wind and in the sky, and in turn, he taught me how to dance to its hidden melody. We were unstoppable. Until this.

He never felt the same way around Ginny- but she was different. She was electric and alluring, but Luna- she was magnetic and she operated on a different wavelength than everyone else.

In which Lily learns that James really has grown up. And then he astounds her further by granting her greatest wish.

"If I kissed you, what would you do?" /He grows cold. "Was this a joke?" he whispers, and Scorpius' face does a complete one-eighty, horror blooming in his eyes./ He doesn't answer, and Albus shoves him off and disapparates.

A surprisingly fluffy story wherein Ron and Hermione break-up, get back together, then buy a cat and a pygmy puff.

But the thing he wants most will never come true because this is war and it is not a force that caters to someone's will. It takes and takes and takes and you can only hope that you're not next.

He always told someone what he wanted to do when he got older, and every time he had a new idea, he got laughed at. He was tired of it./ Or, proving everyone wrong.

Of a werewolf, and a cursed locket, and a dare.

And after she graduates from Hogwarts, she wants to quit the whole "Magic" thing and be a muggle fashion designer. It confounds her family, and she likes it that way.

"His kids are growing up before he can stop them, and he doesn't know what he'll do without them." Or, three times Harry got drunk.

In which Teddy moves away from home and worries, James and Louis have no respect, and Hermione doesn't understand the concept having romanticism in mismatched things.

It takes maybe two minutes before she opens the door again. Her make-up isn't done, but she brushed her hair, and it lies smooth and shiny on her shoulders. He wants to run his fingers through it and find out if it really is as soft as it looks.

He tightens his hold on her elbows and kisses her chastely, sadly, desperately, "I don't what made me let you go," he tells her. She shakes her head and laughs softly, kissing back. "No one let go. We caught sight of something beautiful on different roads and wandered off like lost children." "What a way to say goodbye," he whispers, and she can feel the tears on her fingers.

Victoire and Teddy have their first date, and he cursed himself for the initial awkwardness.