Surviving as Muggle-borns in a world dominated by pain and prosecution is not simple. And not always possible.

He knew he should trust the adults around him to do the right thing, but he wouldn't. He never did and he never would. Because the one time he did, someone died.

All she wanted was a baby to call her own, to read to, to sing to, to cuddle, and to love. Someone she could share all of her experience with, give advice to… Yet no matter what she did, she couldn't get pregnant. (Rating due to warning in A/N)

All she ever wanted was to be her own person, but being who she was, this wasn't a likely option for her. She couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever be able to make her own decisions. Or whether that would take more drastic actions from her than silently watching a bunch of Muggle kids kicking a can into a woman's front lawn.

Well, everyone says it - hindsight is a curse!

A warm afternoon in 1979, relaxing in the sun...

The coldness that had surrounded him for so long now, the one he had struggled to keep away from his very soul, surrounded him. He was done with them all. He couldn't rely on them. Why should they be allowed to rely on him?

Hidden from rude comments and glares, Harry and Draco enjoy a lazy morning behind closed doors.

All she wanted was to go on a date with her boyfriend. She never wanted him to try to be extra romantic and take her to the London Eye.

Write a book, they said. It will be easy, they said. Yeah... it was everything but easy!

Lily knows that Remus and Sirius are a couple. Well, she has a solid suspicion, but that's more than enough for her to want to be a supportive friend!

They were aching for what was right. This wasn't right, it was anything but! Yet, they couldn't change a thing about it, not until they were finally ready.

Minerva knew something wasn't right. Severus should have been back hours ago!

He was lost. Forever lost. And he was happy about it. Sirius would call him bonkers but James didn't care. He loved that witch and he'd do anything to make her happy. Even if that meant to spend most of his Saturday afternoon on an incredibly uncomfortable plastic chair with... certain issues...

She was standing in front of the mirror, perfectly centred. The first thing she noticed wasn't the dress, but how she looked in it. Her eyes were sparkling with so much joy that a soft gasp escaped her, purely out of surprise. She looked happy.

They knew what was expected of them. That didn't mean they'd have to follow through with that, though.

Being Muggleborn had the consequence that both the Muggle as well as the wizarding world felt... wrong. Like you didn't belong. At least until you knew where your heart was leading you. That's when you've finally come home.

The witches and wizards of Great Britain just wanted to forget. Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt needed to make sure that those that had lost their lives during the big war would never be forgotten!

It is the first Christmas in the Potter household. It is little Harry's first Christmas. It just has to be perfect! It just has to be!

The magical community was stuck-up, as was the Muggle one, so Hermione had an idea of how to solve that. What would happen if you were to put a Muggle class into a Hogwarts classroom?