I never was anything more than your rebellion, was I? /Sirius is a rebel. Regulus hates him. [Regulus loves him.] SiriusRegulus incest. For Ami.

I'm not some filthy little habit you can keep behind closed doors, not your dirty little secret. /Regulus, Barty, and how the smoke swallowed them whole.

And once he (almost) didn't. /Various AUs, implied Wolfstar. For Sam.

There is a flash. /Colin's life is made up of moments, flashes and photographs. The world, and Colin's tiny place in it.

"Sirius," he says. "Sirius. You never got peace like this before. What makes you think you deserve it now?" /The worst part about having a dead brother is that you can never get fucking rid of him. SiriusRegulus, SiriusRemus. For Laura.

"A month at most, Mr. Weasley. We're very sorry. There's not much else we can do. He's too far gone." A month. At most. And then you will leave me. /Charlie watches Draco die. There is nothing he can do but wait. DracoCharlie, angst galore.

Scorpius Malfoy is not the man you want. /Blaise remembers too much. Rated M for sexiness and language.

If sadness were a person, Remus rather thinks that she would treat him as a lover. For Sirius, it is regret. /Remus, Sirius, and the people who always find them when they are alone. For Izzie.

Perhaps I am deluded; perhaps it's wrong of me to think that telling you tonight will take away the pain of your mother's passing. Perhaps I should not try to replace old pains with new joys. Perhaps there is some merit to grief. But I have already told you that I am selfish, Draco. And, just once, I want to see you smile. /For thefirstservant.

Before and after. Then and now. Sirius Black and Nymphadora Tonks. Because before the end, there was the beginning. And before that, there was Sirius. /Remus, beginnings, middles, ends, and befores. RemusSirius, RemusTonks.

"Mum," Ginny breathes from beside you. "We'll be okay." But you know she doesn't mean it. /Molly, the Weasleys, and trying to move on.

"Bill," Charlie says, and it's always got this sort of reverence to it. Always. /For Sam.

"I know you," you swear. "I know you better than anyone else." She raises an eyebrow, scepticism etched into the creases of her forehead. "Prove it." /Teddy, Victoire and my attempt at fluff. For Olivia.

"You're beautiful," you say, but you spit it like an insult and you think he knows what you mean. /He is just like his mother. Severus, Harry and those bloody green eyes. AU. /First Place in the 15 Colour Competition with the colour forest green! Second Place in HedwigBlack's A Very Slashy Competition!

He wishes that he could pull the air from her lungs with his lips, so that each breath of a word that trips from her tongue falls straight onto his. But he is just a boy, and boys are scared little creatures at the best of times. /Lysander, and how he doesn't say a word.

It's been a whole summer since you've seen them. They've had time to think it over, to think of what it really means, to realise you're no fairytale beast, you're a monster, and you could kill them. /Remus doubts his friends, when he really, really shouldn't.

"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all." ― Oscar Wilde. 50 characters, 50 drabbles. For the Character Diversity Boot Camp Challenge.

She's not what he expects. And he really should stop expecting the worst anyway. /Tracey, Michael, rebuilding life and burning old prejudices.

I was thirteen years old the first time your name extinguished the candles on my birthday cake. You were blind then, as young boys often are, and so I offered you a slice and hoped you would taste the sweetness of what we could be together. /Letters and scribbles from Victoire to Teddy, telling him all the things she wishes he'd remember and all the things she wishes he could know.

Her name is Tonks and she's an Auror. She tells you that you can write her any time you think you need her. You tell her you don't think you will. You're wrong. /Sometimes Tonks can't help but lie to keep Susan happy. And, sometimes, Susan believes.