"I," She took a deep breath, "Istilldon'thaveadatetotheball." Cedric blinked and moved the girl so he could see her face. "Come again?" Bluebell took another deep breath.

A choked sob escaped from a pale throat, magnified in the silence of a somber room, tears sliding down a young teens ivory cheeks as he stared at the body of his dead lover. I don't own Harry Potter. Implied CD/HP Slash.

What if the Graveyard scene in GoF could've ended a different way, a better way. One where Cedric didn't die and The-Boy-Who-Lived ended up with someone to love him. This is how I think it should've went. I don't own Harry Potter. CD/HP slash. Written for entertainment. Not sure it could be classified as Romance.

"Why don't you have a nose?" She asked in a sniffy voice. Voldemort growled. I don't own Harry Potter. Nor do I own Pokemon. Crack-fic!

"Now, how should I punish you?" Harry asked the air. "There's always the Cruciatous Curse. Hmmmmmm, nah. I'll save that one for later, if you're still alive, that is." Harry tapped his chin in thought. "Oh! I know! We'll have a game of hide and seek!" Harry exclaimed excitedly. "You'll hide and I'll try to find you. I'll even count to twenty to give you a fair chance to hide!"

The summer before Harry starts Hogwarts, his first friend, Angie Weller, dies of an unknown disease. Four years after she died, Angie's not happy with the way Harry's life has turned out. She gets permission from her 'employer' to show memories of Harry's life to the castle to help improve Harry's life while the Triwizard Tournament is taking place. Slash. I don't own HP. OFC.