She was perfection, and it was hopeless. Written for QLFC.
Albus and James go in search of an escaped Will o' the Whisp. Shenanigans ensue.
There's been a misunderstanding. For the QLFC.
James encounters a ghost from his past. They've come to exact their revenge. Written for QLFC.
Cedric's rose-tinted glasses are gone for good. [Content warning for manipulation, full warning inside] written for the QLFC.
A sweet story about friendship written for the QLFC.
There friendship would not see winter. Written for QLFC.
Cedric is tempted to just drift away and ignore the blood and the concerned crowd of Muggles. Written for QLFC.
Of all the children to be born on the day of that prophecy - it had to be Harry Voldemort would target. And there was nothing James Potter could do about it. But he would damn well try.
Written for the QLFC, Season 5, Round 8. Warning: Festive Fic in September. Why? Because I am the master of my own destinty. James Sirius Potter on the other hand...not so much. "All appeared as it should be - all had yet to break."
Photographs were better when they moved, or Lily thinks so at least. Ted's photographs would be SO much better if they moved, surely. She'd make them move - one way or another.
Ha! Take that!
Written for the QLFC, Season 5, Round 3. I am Crookshanks. My mistress is known as the brightest witch of her age. So, naturally, her companion is among the most majestic and intelligent of cats - me, Crookshanks. I had a hand in taking down the villain who started that whole mess. Shall I tell you about it?
Written for the QLFC, Season 5, Round 2. In which a muggle writes letters to their good friend - unaware of the fact that she is a witch, and that now is the worst possible time to go ghost hunting in Little Hangleton... (aka. in which the writer tries to emulate Bram Stoker. I am so sorry Mr. Stoker. I failed you.)
Written for the QLFC, Season 5, Round 1. Harry waits for Draco to return from delivering some less than savoury news to his family...and breaks a wine glass.
Being a muggle-born witch isn't easy. Even less so when you're Irish with a mother who's fighting to convince you to leave all the magic behind and just come home. And that's when she knows nothing about the mayhem that regularly occurs at school…